New Haters lyrics

[Intro]
(Mmm, WoodleyOnThaBeat)
([?], you just got the green light, hahaha)
Big SCY sh*t, n*gga
Ayy, f*ck a n*gga (Heavy motion)
Glaow, n*gga know

[Chorus]
Ayy, young n*gga havin' motion, every day, it's a new hater
n*gga ain't give me sh*t, f*ck it, b*tch, I'm out of favors (On gang)
Ayy, bruh, he keep that bub, he got that Za, all kind of flavors (Ayy, oh, yeah)
I ain't even gotta watch football to know I don't f*ck with the Raiders (On gang)
f*ck n*gga, keep on watchin' me, we gon' cut off your cable (Glaow, glaow, glaow)
You ain't tryna run up this gwop with me, you can't sit at my table
Same b*tches ain't wanna talk with me, I'm puttin' di*k all in their navel (Ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh)
Every day we smokin' trees, how the f*ck we ran up so much paper?

[Verse]
And I been sippin' drank for a lil' minute now (Hoo, hoo, hoo)
I remember I ain't have no money, but we got plenty now
Said he want smoke, know it ain't sh*t, b*tch, wе got plenty fire (On gang)
n*gga lookin' wrong, I'ma up this blick, that go for anybody (f*ck n*gga)
Strapped up likе I'm Rambo (Ayy), b*tch, I ain't never runnin' out of ammo
We was just broke as f*ck now we hittin' the block in Scats and Lambos
In the streets like Sesame, b*tch, this ain't no Elmo
I ain't never 'flaugin', even when I got on camo (On gang)
Every day I'm on these f*ckin' drugs, don't ask no questions why
Actin' tough, but he died with his pole, he ain't get to bust his fire (He ain't get to bust his stick)
I asked God to help me tell the truth, but I still lie
And I know nobody can't be perfect, but I still try (On gang)
Hell nah, it ain't no cryin' later, we laughin' to the bank (Haha)
Like, "Why you sippin' drank?" This sh*t help me think
Shoot a n*gga like I'm photogenic, that's how you picture paint (Glaow, glaow, f*ck n*gga)
And I heard these n*ggas skippin' my songs, I bet their b*tches ain't (On gang)
[Chorus]
Ayy, young n*gga havin' motion, every day, it's a new hater (Heavy motion)
n*gga ain't give me sh*t, f*ck it, b*tch, I'm out of favors (f*ck a n*gga)
Ayy, bruh, he keep that bub, he got that Za, all kind of flavors (Glaow, ayy, on gang)
I ain't even gotta watch football to know I don't f*ck with the Raiders (Hoo, hoo, ayy, on gang)
f*ck n*gga, keep on watchin' me, we gon' cut off your cable (Glaow, glaow)
You ain't tryna run up this gwop with me, you can't sit at my table
Same b*tches ain't wanna talk with me, I'm puttin' di*k all in their navel (Ugh, ugh)
Every day we smokin' trees, how the f*ck we ran up so much paper?

[Outro]
f*ck n*gga (n*gga)