Hater Love - Styles P, Sheek Louch

The small talk is irrelevant, gonna kill an elephant

Niggas look fly and their bitches look elegant

Let the birds fly like a pelican from NY up to Maryland

Be more careful, them little niggas will ear you

Tattoo tears over here, if you dare to, yeah

Wax out the trippy, wax off the other shit

Max with the hippies, mac out the window

If niggas will act iffy, M’s off the piffy

Shit is getting sticky like Jiffy

Hood gon' cry, if they hit me

I’m a real ass nigga, get with me

Cushion to grind and my look is designed

And my dope is raw like it got cooked in China

Always on some other shit, even the hating niggas is loving it

Even the hating niggas is loving it (Even the haters love it!)

Even the hating niggas is loving it (Bullshit too!)

Even the hating niggas is loving it (Word!)

Fuck all the ho ass niggas and fuck the government

Haters still loving it, but I don’t give a fuck if they didn’t

I’m black loving it, poppin' off of some other shit

Hand on the Tommy, couple of shooters behind me

They trying to take the black man out like Mitt Romney

Me and P, add Kiss too and it’s 3D (L-O-X!)

IMAX movie, shine on our watchers is dookey

They love my style, alligator band on a Hublot

True Religions on, Louis kicks, all on a big toe (You see me?)

You don’t think I’ve seen a million dollars?

I did though

Christopher Wallace money, every night is a big show

Hit the gym, back looking fucking for Indo

Dundun, bitch been on my dick from the get-go

Even the hating niggas is loving it (Even the haters love it!)

Even the hating niggas is loving it (Bullshit too!)

Even the hating niggas is loving it (Word!)

Fuck all the ho ass niggas and fuck the government

It’s crack or gat for the dollars

Ride around town in a black Impala

Niggas can act wild or show a bitch a mile script

Same ass guns to send an actor to valor

Sort of like the car that gave me no hope

I’m real rugged yet smoother than the bean old soap

I mean body wash, upon the shore is where his body was

It wasn’t me, I was smoking weed with his bodyguard

I’m not feeling you, probably made a plan on killing

You ain’t rap, nigga I’m willing to, I’m a mile boss

All day, part of it for departing, I’m like John fold tape

Where P goes is liquid, connect seeds solid though

Any sign of the feds, motherfucking bombing those

Whole court on the streets before I do 24 years

Being broke is the only thing money fears

Even the hating niggas is loving it (Even the haters love it!)

Even the hating niggas is loving it (Bullshit too!)

Even the hating niggas is loving it (Word!)

Fuck all the ho ass niggas and fuck the government