NBA YoungBoy – Hi Haters Lyrics

Hi Haters Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

(A-a-a-a-ayy, that’s probably Tago)
(Goddamn BJ made another one)
To all the haters, I—
Yeah, ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

And now I speak, gotta put my daughter sleep
And just like Peak, I named my son after a G (They know)
Ain’t been respondin’ to these niggas, I’m way more rich, I know they see (They see)
On my wife, I’m spendin’ millions, and, I put some diamonds on my wrist (Yeah-yeah)
I done made it out the cage (I done made it out the cage)
Saw me down, but I’m so up I don’t give one fuck
God, I say, “Thank you”
Hit your artist with them Ks (Hit your artist with them Ks)
I don’t bother you, you pick on me
Just wait to see, bitch, I’m gon’ spank you (Bah-bah)
Too many real estate to the rich, that’s embarrassment, but I’m big on it
Been on it, I get that money and I sit on it (Sit on it)
Nails got some paint up on ’em, but play, know I’ll kill yo’ big homie
I got the venture-branded chain, I’ll fit three times your rent on it
Tell my mama, “Send a hundred, I’ma send it back” (I’ma send it back)
Throw a brick in [?] and, bitch, you know I’ma get you whacked (I’ma get you whacked)
Tell Charleston White I’m a gangster who been misled wrong
I been misleadin’ wrong, but, if you ever need me, I’ll send ’em back (I’ll send ’em back)

To all the haters, I say, “Hey”
I made it through another day
I’m blessed, so how can I complain?
It ain’t one thing that they can say
I thank you Lord that I’m saved
Look all this money I done made
They won’t let me out the cage
Them hitters missed me with them Ks (Them niggas missed me with them Ks)
Know I put shit up behind lil’ Dave (Yeah)
But, bae, I changed, I was feelin’ played (Yeah)
Should’ve shot the bitch up in his face (Yeah)

Wanna say stop violence, but, it don’t add up to my name
Known to bring pain, I bust his brain
Like, “Boy, you disrespect the gang” (You know)
I’m a duck, continue with that ignorant shit ’cause I’m a wealthy man (Move on)
Try and pray five times a day, name another Christian do the same (Amen)
And I gotta thank the Lord for my kids (My kids)
Harper got smart on that bitch
Nigga tryna cap me, crossed my wig, behind this boy that we digged
Hope you don’t think you comin’ in here puttin’ me up, it won’t be it (Uh-uh)
Come test your luck, I wan’ see it
Drop the next, turned to a [?]
I’m like, “Mama, these niggas don’t want no problems
But these women wanna sex away my problems”
Free money, might as well give away to my partners (All of my brothers, nigga)
They be hatin’, and I’m like, “Oh, it ain’t my problem” (Ma, I got problems)

To all the haters, I say, “Hey”
I made it through another day (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I’m blessed, so how can I complain? (I can’t complain)
It ain’t one thing that they can say (It ain’t a thing they can say)
I thank you Lord that I’m saved (Ooh, ooh)
Look all this money I done made
They won’t let me out the cage
Them hitters missed me with them Ks (Ah, ah)
Know I put shit up behind lil’ Dave (Yeah, yeah)
But, bae I changed, I was feelin’ played
Should’ve shot the bitch up in his face (Yeah)

I’m workin’ hard through all my problems, hustlin’ on my own (Oh)
And I be up late when they sleep, no excuses at all
I’m the man inside my home (My home)
I’m caught up providin’
But, all my niggas been slidin’ (Woah-oh)
We got to stay violent through this shit
Don’t like violence, not one bit
Might just come home and call my mama (Call my mama)
Pain keep me rollin’, I stay strong (I’m strong, yeah)
I’m winnin’ on these bitches, I say, “Amen”
My shades, they Balenci’, they ain’t Ray-Bans
Better try hard not to open a can on these fools
These niggas be fans, ran up my bands on them dudes (I run up my bands)
Bought extra land, and it got the same view as my house, way too cool (Too cool)
Got to keep that stick inside my pants like Baboon (Know I got to keep that stick)
They know I’m not friendly, I won’t beef and I hate all of you (I’m too rich)
Watch my nails (Yeah)
Tell the boys and girls, I’m Top, I’m up, go to Hell (Go to Hell)
You ain’t hatin’ on me, I hope you conquer and prevail (Prevail)
They want beef, got ’em waitin’ on me, ’cause I know they’ll probably’ll call 12 (Brrt)
Can’t be lookin’ up to niggas don’t even look up to their self
Don’t set yourself up for to fail (Slime)

Haha
To all the people that be talkin’ down on me
Nigga, it’s all good
All good, I’m ballin’
Ya heard me?
You ain’t takin’ it away from us now, at all
Everybody livin’ good, shit
If you ain’t livin’ good, I know I gave it to you
That’s automatic, ya heard me?
You ain’t gotta like me, believe that
I’m kickin’ [?], I’m too [?] on you
I’m stayin’ groovy on these hoes, nigga, believe that
It’s slime, Top

To all the haters, I say, “Hey”

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