Hater B Gone (DJ Red Remix Slowed & Chopped)

Fifty packs of that strong
Fifty of them bitches gone
BeforeI mowed that lawn
Before They even grown
Track number off a cellular phone
Why you mad like something Wrong hater
She singing all my songs
All that ass up in that thong
Boy we trap From dusk and until dawn
Smoke like Cheech and Chong
Taking dab rips from the bong
Smoking until it's gone
Your out of here like gong
High like I'm king kong
Bitches on my ding dong
These nuts she swing on
Hella Player got that beat on
She get her cream on
Boy you just a pee on
I'm Making plays like Elon
I'm prime time like Dion
Got my lean on
Your pocket short
But me long
Me long me long me me long
Hater Close my eyes and hope You go!

Hater be gone
Be gone be gone be gone
Hater be gone
Be gone be gone be gone
Hater be gone
Be gone be gone be gone

Game recognizes Game
What the bigga figga say
Your name hatting on the Player
Instead of hating on the game
Someone sees you elevate
Then Jump up on your page
Report your ass and walk away
Want to through some shade
My hitters throw grenades
Tree too loud what did you say
I'm coming up out of the Bay Mane
Grind it until we are paid mane
Hit one time hard and Hibernate mane
Back up six more feet
With that jealousy envy greed
Keep that away from the scene
Hater just be gone to me

Hater be gone
Be gone be gone be gone
Hater be gone
Be gone be gone be gone
Hater be gone
Be gone be gone be gone