OMB Peezy - Whole Lotta Haters

Lyrics

Ay, gotta whole lotta haters
Fuck that, this a whole lotta paper
Got a youngin in the bay, that'll kill you for a scraper
My whole team eating, lotta money on the table
My cuz in the pen, got whole lotta razors
Bring ’em to my house this a whole lotta acres
Everybody chase the bitch, I’m unable (yeah)
Ain’t about to chase a bitch, but I’m tired
Bitch think I’m coming home, but I’m out
Said I need to drink alone, but I’m not
Let a nigga try me, he gon’ die
Let a nigga try me, then it’s a headshot
I got a red Glock, call it fire
Lil bitch head proper, she a bedrocker
And a head doctor ain’t gon’ lie

Heard a lil nigga talkin’ to the feds, he gon’ need every doctor in the city
Seen my young nigga bust a nigga brain
While I’m at wape sippin’ on some henny
Bitch, I was broke, going thru some thangs
Locked up in them chains, nobody would send me
A penny, a nigga got a lil fame, they screaming my name
And askin’ to take pictures with me
My momma keep askin’ what I’m getting into
Almost got caught with a pistol at school
Riding with something that’s bigger than you
You ain’t listening to me, what you listening to
Every night, I gotta pray that I make it
They pray that I don’t why the fuck they won’t take me
Whenever I go, you will never replace me
Put holes in a fuck nigga mask like jason

Ay, gotta whole lotta haters
Fuck that, this a whole lotta paper
Got a youngin in the bay, that'll kill you for a scraper
My whole team eating, lotta money on the table
My cuz in the pen, got whole lotta razors
Bring ’em to my house this a whole lotta acres
Everybody chase the bitch, I’m unable (yeah)
Ain’t about to chase a bitch, but I’m tired
Bitch think I’m coming home, but I’m out
Said I need to drink alone, but I’m not
Let a nigga try me, he gon’ die
Let a nigga try me, then it’s a headshot
I got a red Glock, call it fire
Lil bitch head proper, she a bedrocker
And a head doctor ain’t gon’ lie

Bitch I got a red Glock, believe in headshots
You wanna take me, then you can try
I'll put your big homie in a headlock
Just a young nigga, but he know what I’m ’bout
I got a lotta haters and a lotta paper
And them crackers, they want me to fry
But you know my lawyer tight, her name Claire White
She a real beast, I ain’t gon’ lie
Ay, if you see what I seen, you would cry
All this shit I’ve seen got me feeling old
No matter what, you ain’t takin’ my life
You ain’t taking my soul
Ay, I gotta stay with a pole, yeah
Missing my dawg, and I mean that I miss him
I’m praying that they let my dawg out the system
Ain’t trippin’ that I gotta whole lotta haters
Fuck it, I got a whole lotta pistols, ay

Ay, gotta whole lotta haters
Fuck that, this a whole lotta paper
Got a youngin in the bay, that'll kill you for a scraper
My whole team eating, lotta money on the table
My cuz in the pen, got whole lotta razors
Bring ’em to my house this a whole lotta acres
Everybody chase the bitch, I’m unable (yeah)
Ain’t about to chase a bitch, but I’m tired
Bitch think I’m coming home, but I’m out
Said I need to drink alone, but I’m not
Let a nigga try me, he gon’ die
Let a nigga try me, then it’s a headshot
I got a red Glock, call it fire
Lil bitch head proper, she a bedrocker
And a head doctor ain’t gon’ lie