Freestyle To My Haters Lyrics

Uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh, yeah

Ayy, it's Raine Uh, uh, uh

See me blowin' up, what the fuck? I'm a bomb now

I'll tell ya, OG, it's my turn, y'all burnt out

Told my dawg, stay down, watch how it turn out

Couple people left, they wishin' they ain't take that turn now

It was for the better, cut my circle, had to trim 'em

You scared to take risks, why you trimblin'? Boy, you trippin

Why you worryin' bout these bitches? Why you sippin'

Boy you trippin' Why you always in the mix

Either sippin' or gettin' lifted

I get high off life, uh, I done want to strife, uh

But I earned my stripes, uh, I feel just like a tiger

Lit just like a light, uh rollin' like a bike, uh

I ain't fuckin' with ya pussy, boy, you better byke up

I'm a seven-figure, innovative thinker

I'm a winker at a pretty lady

I'ma have a pretty wife and have some pretty babies

See me goin' pretty high, they pretty shady

I ain't have to roll up on the bud just for me to get so elevated

Niggas try to push my buttons, I go up just like an elevator

Niggas thought I got to sculpting how I turned it to a figure maker

I been gettin' to this money, tryna figure how to figure eight it

I got ice up in my veins like my arms in the refrigerator

I'ma pop my shit, I'ma pop my shit

One thing about me, I'ma pop my shit

Upcoming storm, yeah, bring the sirens in

Upcoming storm, yeah, bring the sirens in

Shittin' on my haters, that's a whole lotta diarrhea

And I got some shit to say that's from the bottom of my diaphragm

If you don't like the stuff that I got goin', I don't give a damn

Hold on, matter of fact, I got a idea

Shut the fuck up, mind the business that pays you, nigga

Maybe then you'll be gettin' paid too, nigga

Maybe then you'll be gettin' laid too, nigga

Maybe then you'll have some pretty babies too, nigga

Sike!, haha

Cause you ugly

If you my hater, then you ugly

Lil ugly ass

Ugly bitch!