Whole Lotta Haters lyrics

[Chorus]
Ay, gotta whole lotta haters
f*ck that, this a whole lotta paper
Got a youngin in the bay, that'll kill you for a scraper
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 a 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’ on some henny
b*tch, I was broke, going thru some thangs
Locked up in them chains, nobody would send me
A penny, 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 mask like jason
[Chorus]
Ay, gotta whole lotta haters
f*ck that, this a whole lotta paper
Got a youngin in the bay, that'll kill you for a scraper
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 a 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'll 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 paper
And them crackers, they want me to fry
But you know my lawyer tight, 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, that'll kill you for a scraper
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 a head doctor ain’t gon’ lie