Hater Laser
We aimin' at yo head like laser
You better get down all you haters
See you in hell see you later
Just give me a second for some prayer
We aimin' at yo head like laser
You better get down all you haters
See you in hell see you later
Just give me a second for some prayer
Bitch i go huh!
Bitch i go what!
When i hear a hater talking shit i know they front
Catch me outside
I'll be with the squad
Dirt bikes and quads
Run ya ass over if you talkin' that blah
We got whips and chains like an old biker gang
We just want the money we don't even want the fame
Let it bang bang
Hear that money callin' when my phone rang rang
Oh that's a wop
That's my kinda people cause we chillin' like a prop
See me at the top of the steeple
I'm snipin' lethal
At the sheeple
Cause they ain't got no direction
I birthed my game early like a cesarean section
If i give advice you'd be smart to learn a lesson
Cause i aim for perfection
That negative shit man
It's just like an infection
You gotta man up
And throw out an objection
Look at your reflection
We aimin' at yo head like laser
You better get down all you haters
See you in hell see you later
Just give me a second for some prayer
We aimin' at yo head like laser
You better get down all you haters
See you in hell see you later
Just give me a second for some prayer
You better get down all you haters
See you in hell see you later
Just give me a second for some prayer
We aimin' at yo head like laser
You better get down all you haters
See you in hell see you later
Just give me a second for some prayer
Bitch i go huh!
Bitch i go what!
When i hear a hater talking shit i know they front
Catch me outside
I'll be with the squad
Dirt bikes and quads
Run ya ass over if you talkin' that blah
We got whips and chains like an old biker gang
We just want the money we don't even want the fame
Let it bang bang
Hear that money callin' when my phone rang rang
Oh that's a wop
That's my kinda people cause we chillin' like a prop
See me at the top of the steeple
I'm snipin' lethal
At the sheeple
Cause they ain't got no direction
I birthed my game early like a cesarean section
If i give advice you'd be smart to learn a lesson
Cause i aim for perfection
That negative shit man
It's just like an infection
You gotta man up
And throw out an objection
Look at your reflection
We aimin' at yo head like laser
You better get down all you haters
See you in hell see you later
Just give me a second for some prayer
We aimin' at yo head like laser
You better get down all you haters
See you in hell see you later
Just give me a second for some prayer
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Writer(s): Keith Conte
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