Songtext Hater proof Dj Kay Slay

Hater proof

I'm hater proof, you should already know
I get respect everywhere that I go
Guess it's why them people hatin' for
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
Doin' good ain't never good where I'm from
Found out you gettin' paper, dough
Guess that's why them people hatin' for
Ahh-ahh-ahh

Kay Slay, what's up?
Uh, Burberry scarf and some Timb boots
Bad bitch with me and she foreign too (Lil' bad bitch)
Pull up out the whip, hop out clutchin' (Clutch the forty)
Makin' wrist Icee, I'm a Slushie
My lil' nigga'll face a nigga (Buck)
DJ Kay Slay a nigga (Buck)
Broad day a nigga, clap
Ay bay bay a nigga (Blaow-blaow)
I climbed from the bottom, I found a way out (Found a way out)
You niggas the feds, pardon my layout
Y'all make me go a lil' harder
Ain't gon' lie, I'm startin' to like haters
Look, I'm Louied down, I'm a Freshman like a ninth grader
Fuck her, put her out, no you can't, I spend the night later
She tryna get goosed
Stuck on me? I get some fly paper, uh

I'm hater proof, you should already know
I get respect everywhere that I go
Guess it's why them people hatin' for
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
Doin' good ain't never good where I'm from
Found out you gettin' paper, dough
Guess that's why them people hatin' for
Ahh-ahh-ahh

Who take the coke up in butcher crib? I was trappin out chess spot
Baggin' up I was swipin' for TVs and an a Xbox
Robberies got me watchin' (Watchin')
Get caught slippin'? You bet' not (Not)
Told your bitch just for suck it', got me feelin' like X-Pac (Ha)
They say I'm overrated, I ain't been sober lately (Never)
I get doped on the daily and fuck them hoes, just come pay me (Right)
I'm in control like Baby, countin' Cash Money, Benjis (Benjis)
Got uptown in a frenzy
Roll up, ounces and Benzes
Ninety percent Crip and I got homies that's Billy
Homies that's mackin', started injects with a package (I did)
Fuck a MTV list, got some Marriotts on deck
Tonight I got like three chicks
Bring that money back to daddy, remix
Cut that coca with that Arm-N-Hammer
Shit is gettin' real, I bought my mom a hammer
Perk and me won't talk to cameras
I'm off the sour, though
My cousin got a powder flow (Huh)
Next exit gotta get some gas, couple miles to go
Boulders in the trunk so ain't no smokin' (Nah)
Laughin' to the bank but I ain't jokin' (Nah)
Rich nigga and I'm rollin' (Rollin')
Hammers on the seats so ain't no speedin' (Slow down)
Clip a nigga quick, just need a reason
Put that work in then we leavin'

I'm hater proof, you should already know
I get respect everywhere that I go
Guess it's why them people hatin' for
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
Doin' good ain't never good where I'm from
Found out you gettin' paper, dough
Guess that's why them people hatin' for
Ahh-ahh-ahh