watch dem haters lyrics – beelow

d*mn bra, i’m tellin’ ya
you can get that n*gg*, man i’m tellin’ ya

[other guy]
d*mn bra, you shoulda been told me that sh*t there

his house big, he stashing 10 million

[other guy]
how many? how much?

chorus: 1x
man you gotta watch dem haters
watch dem haters, watch dem haters
man you gotta watch dem haters
you know they wanna see you fall

verse 1: [beelow]

i gots a million motherf*ckers that is down on my team
but theres a few n*gg*s that hate me,
cause when i walk i bling bling
see that’s the n*gg*s i gots to try
that’s the n*gg*s i rock-a-bye
that’s the n*gg*s that gots to die, show the killa in my eye
why try to hate on something you can’t control
and take a chance to catch a bullet, from head to yo *ss hole
why it’s always n*gg*s that you know that’s trying to do you in
i find myself busting at my own friends
b*tch made n*gg* with a smile on his face
“you my boy”, “that’s my n*gg*”
you know what i say, “you gotta watch dem haters”
it’s them n*gg*s in yo town
“you gotta watch dem haters”
when you tryin’ to get own the mound
“you gotta watch dem haters”
it’s not them n*gg*s on the sideline
“you gotta watch dem haters”
ya own boy a rob ya blind
yungstar, jackson, junior or what
just a p*ssy *ss n*gg* trying to make a come up
hopping from click to click or should i say d*ck to d*ck
you done spent to many days behind bars b*tch
it ain’t my fault you got drunk and got yo f*cking *ss wiped
now you walking round town always grunting and sh*t
you got beef speak up, don’t be mumbling sh*t
hard as h*ll behind close doors, just a second ballin click
we can speed this sh*t up, or we can slow this sh*t down
either way zuriel bring it we gone tear this b*tch down
i hate you n*gg*s with a p*ssion, you can see it in my eyes
all playa haters i gotta rock a bye bye bye

chorus repeats 2x

verse 2: [?]

watch ya ki’s, watch ya house, slap ya hoe tell her watch ya mouth
watch ya cars, watch ya g’s, hide ya dope and hide ya weed
watch da same n*gg* that be dappin’ ya down
same n*gg* that be slappin’ ya round
same n*gg* that be dabbing ya down
same n*gg* that a cap ya down
99 haters, 99 can’t fade us,
99 can’t take us, sh*t 99 can’t break us
f*ck you haters, f*ck you fakers, coward n*gg*s ya’ll can’t take us
f*ck you haters, f*ck you fakers, coward n*gg*s ya’ll can’t break us
wanna hate me cause i ride on chrome, hate me cause i ride alone
hate me cause i’m rolling on, now hate me cause i’ma send ya home
all you n*gg*’s got to die, stick a needle in my eye
man, i ain’t gone tell no lie, these playa haters they must die
how the f*ck these n*gg*s gone tear me down
buckin’ em up, buckin’ em down
f*ckin’ that n*gg* hoe and hold em down
f*ck what you say i’m top of the mound
i don’t really wanna spill these n*gg*
i don’t really wanna peal this n*gg*
i don’t really wanna kill this n*gg*
mama i ain’t kill that n*gg*
yeah b*tch i gotcha know
yeah b*tch i found ya now
red beam i dot’cha now
pop, pop, pop drop’cha now
keep the nine on my side
hmm, i’m bout to ride
keep the nine on my side
die n*gg* die

verse 3: [?]

i keep a smoke in my coat
if n*gg*s ain’t know, now they know
put a f*cking slug in yo throat behind my felonies it go
you f*ck with my money, my dope, my weed, my cheese,
you f*cking with me
i’m keeping a eye up on these n*gg*s and hoes
they wanna be in my clothes
they wanna be with my hoes, and mo’
wanna yank me out my party,
wooday come get me and my soulja’s
ya’ll n*gg*s ain’t f*cking with no hoe
get it on my mind bra
these n*gg*s don’t wanna test me
these n*gg*s don’t wanna test me
i put ’em to rest see
you see i’m a dog behind mine
b*tch i’ma hog behind mine
laying n*gg*s down behind mine
spraying n*gg*s down behind mine
you see i’m strictly bout my paper
i ain’t no motherf*cking faker i keep a wathch on them haters

chorus repeats 2x

verse 4:?

when push come to shuv, man these n*gg*s want me
b*tch i got it on my mind if you got pc
see i’ll take it off ya motherf*cking shoulder boy
i ride for my n*gg*s and my hustla’s, magnolia boy
you f*cking around, i peel yo *ss like a f*cking potato
throw yo b*tch *ss in the grease, yeah! thats how i like my haters
see i march n*gg* step on you big mouth punks
and i’ll march n*gg* step if you fools got funk
nineteen with six figures ain’t a dream no more
i step in the club with a tight *ss b*tch you ain’t seen before
and there they go, there they go with there hating before
but they don’t know, they don’t know i’m ’boutto shut this b*tch down

chorus repeats 3x

[beelow ends telling what a hater is]

/ beelow lyrics