whole lotta haters - omb peezy lyrics
[chorus]
ay, gotta whole lotta haters
f-ck that, this a whole lotta paper
got a youngin in the bay, gotta keep four scr-per
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 b-tch, i’m unable (yeah)
ain’t about to chase a b-tch, but i’m tired
b-tch think i’m coming home, but i’m out
said i need to drink alone, but i’m not
let a n-gga try me, he gon’ die
let a n-gga try me, then it’s a headshot
i got a red glock, call it fire
lil b-tch head proper, she a bedrocker
and the head doctor ain’t gon’ lie
[verse 1]
heard a lil n-gga talkin’ to the feds, he gon’ need every doctor in the city
seen my young n-gga bust a n-gga brain
while i’m at wape sippin’ up some henny
b-tch, i was broke, going thru some thangs
locked up in them chains, n0body did send me
a pin, a n-gga 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 f-ck they won’t take me
whenever i go, you will never replace me
put holes in a f-ck n-gga, mad like jason
[chorus]
ay, gotta whole lotta haters
f-ck that, this a whole lotta paper
got a youngin in the bay, gotta keep four scr-per
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 b-tch, i’m unable (yeah)
ain’t about to chase a b-tch, but i’m tired
b-tch think i’m coming home, but i’m out
said i need to drink alone, but i’m not
let a n-gga try me, he gon’ die
let a n-gga try me, then it’s a headshot
i got a red glock, call it fire
lil b-tch head proper, she a bedrocker
and the head doctor ain’t gon’ lie
[verse 2]
b-tch i got a red glock, believe in headshots
you wanna take me, then you can try
i put your big homie in a headlock
just a young n-gga, but he know what i’m ’bout
i got a lotta haters and a lotta papers
and them crackers, they want me to fry
but you know my lawyer tank, 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 sh-t 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
f-ck it, i got a whole lotta pistols, ay
[chorus]
ay, gotta whole lotta haters
f-ck that, this a whole lotta paper
got a youngin in the bay, gotta keep four scr-per
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 b-tch, i’m unable (yeah)
ain’t about to chase a b-tch, but i’m tired
b-tch think i’m coming home, but i’m out
said i need to drink alone, but i’m not
let a n-gga try me, he gon’ die
let a n-gga try me, then it’s a headshot
i got a red glock, call it fire
lil b-tch head proper, she a bedrocker
and the head doctor ain’t gon’ lie
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