MY HATERS ARE MY BIGGEST GLAZERS (i recorded this in 5 min and you’ll never see numbers like these) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, right, you my number-one hater
I swear to God you my number one glazer
I was thinking like, "What did I do?"
Then I check and they do music too
Only difference is that sh*t is garbage
I was like that too when I started
Please stop putting all your music out
Delete your page, restart it
I don't know how the f*ck this happened
Couple months ago I was scared
Before this dance sh*t, I was rappin'
Tryna make some money off some trap sh*t
Strike me down now if I'm lyin'
Can't suck my di*k and then bite it
You don't hate me, you hate your life
Nobody like yo' music, keep tryin'

[Verse 2]
b*tch sent me a video of her ex, that boy was cryin'
He was mad she a fan of me and not of him, so he started wildin'
Half of my haters really only hate me because they b*tches like me
How you gonna threaten me online but when I pull up you don't wanna fight me?
I made this beat in four minutes, I made this song in five minutes
Six months ago I made a mil', this month I made nine million
You can calculate all my streams, see how much I be makin' a month
Nah-nah, I get it, I get it, it makes sense now, you broke as f*ck
Hoes say I got this sh*t twisted
I done got this sh*t out the dirt
I'm tryna be as nice as I can
I'm really a nice guy, ask my fans
But if you gon' act like you a gangsta
You can find out about these hands
If I lose, that sh*t alright
'Cause when you turn around, I'm shootin' yo' ass
[Verse 3]
None of y'all really 'bout that life
None of y'all gon' be sh*t in life
You a f*ckin' nerd, beatin' yo' di*k in the dark
Y'all never will have a wife
You'll never move outta yo' mama's crib
And please, don't ever have no kids
You'll never know what good pus*y feel like
Keep dreaming, go to bed, night-night
Your crush will never like yo' ass
You never ever gonna see some bands
Enjoy your life on that f*ckin' screen
'Cause that's the only thing you'll ever have
You’re never ever gonna feel some ass
And half of y'all is allergic to grass
How the f*ck you allergic to grass?
How the f*ck is your music so ass?

[Verse 4]
I'ma be honest, I ain't even mad
I'm recording this sh*t and I'm havin' a laugh
I ain't even tryin', I'm puttin' this out
And it's gettin' more streams than you ever will have
This sh*t is so fun for me
This sh*t is so fun for me
This sh*t, it ain't nothin' to me
This sh*t, it ain't nothin' to me
I'm recording this sh*t with my money, doin' my money dance
This sh*t is so funny, tell me boy, yeah, why you look so mad?
I'm dancin' on your career lil' b*tch
I'm dancin' on your career lil' b*tch
I'm dancin' on your career lil' b*tch
My haters are my biggest glazers