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NBA YoungBoy – Hi Haters

Lyrics Hi Haters – NBA YoungBoy

Oh, oh, oh..
And, now, I speak, got to put my daughter sleep
And just like Peak, I named my son after a Jeep
Ain’t been respondin’ to these n**gas
I’m way more rich, I know they see
On my wife, I’m spendin’ millions
And, I put some diamonds on my wrist
I done made it out the cage
Saw me down, but, I’m still up, I don’t give one f**k
God, I say, Thank you
Hit your artist with them Ks
I don’t bother you, you pick on me
Just wait to see, b**ch, I’m gon’ spank you

Too many real estate to the rich, that’s embarrassment, but, I’m big on it
Been on it, I get that money and I sit on it
Nails got some paint up on ’em, but play, know I’ll kill yo’ big homie
I got the venture-branded chain, I’ll fit three times your rent on it
Tell my mama, Send a hundred, I’ma send it back
Throw a brick in .. and, b**ch, you know I’ma get you whacked
Tell Charleston White I’m a gangster who been misled wrong
I been misleadin’ wrong, but, if you ever need me, I’ll send ’em back

To all the haters, I say, Hey
I made it through another day
I’m blessed, so how can I complain
It ain’t one thing that they can say
I thank you Lord that I’m saved
Look all this money I done made
They won’t let me out the cage
Them hitters missed me with them Ks
Know I put s**t up behind lil’ Dave
But, bae I changed, I was feelin’ played
Should’ve shot the b**ch up in his face

Wanna say stop violence, but, it don’t add up to my name
Known to bring pain, I bust his brain
Like, Boy, you disrespect the gang
I’m a Duck, continue with that ignorant s**t ’cause I’m a wealthy man
Try and pray five times a day, name another Christian do the same
And I got to thank the Lord for my kids
Harper got smart on that b**ch
N**ga tryna cap me, crossed my wig, behind this boy that we digged
Hope you don’t think you comin’ in here puttin’ me up, it won’t be it
Come test your luck, I wan’ see it
Drop the next, turned to a ..
I’m like, Mama, these n**gas don’t want no problems
But these women wanna sex away my problems
Free .., might as well give away to my partners
They be hatin’, and I’m like, Oh, it ain’t my problem

I’m workin’ hard through all my problems, hustlin’ on my own
And I be up late when they sleep, no excuses at all
I’m a man inside my home
I got to provide, and..
But, all my n**gas been slidin’
We got to stay violent through this s**t
Don’t like violence, not one bit
Might just come home and call my mama
Got to keep me rollin’, I stay strong
I’m winnin’ on these b**ches, I say, Amen
My shades, they Balenci’, they ain’t RayBan
Better try harder to open a can on these fools
These n**gas be fans, runnin’ up my bands on them goons
Bought extra land, and it got the same view as my house, way too cool
Got to keep that stick inside my pants like baboon
They know I’m not friendly, I won’t beef and I hate all of you
Watch my nails
Tell the boys and girls, I’ma top ’em up, go to Hell
You hatin’ on me, I hope you conquer and prevail
They want beef, got ’em waitin’ on me
‘Cause I know they’ll probably’ll call twelve
Can’t be lookin’ up to n**gas don’t even look up to theyself
Don’t set yourself up for to fail

Haha
To all the people that be talkin’ down on me
N**ga, it’s all good
All good, I’m ballin’
Ya heard me
You ain’t takin’ it away from us now, at all
Everybody livin’ good, s**t
If you ain’t livin’ good, I know I gave it to you
That’s automatic, ya heard me
You ain’t got to like me, believe that
I’m kickin’ .., I’m too .. on you
I’m stayin’ groovy on these h*es, n**ga, believe that
It’s slime, Top

To all the haters, I say, Hey…

Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Yung Tago & BJ Beatz
Produced by Yung Tago & BJ Beatz
NBA YoungBoy | 2022

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