Lyric Bye Bye Haters
[Tela]
Let s keep it quiet, I m gon shine, I m in the body wide
I m comin down the street, I m in twenty inch tires
I m leaned up, I m screened up
I m bout to clean up the South, ain t shit happen to young Tela
I ma sit right here, and I ma get my shit clear
I ma sit right here, and I ma finish my beer
Now I ma go on and make the block cause I m just on hard
I ma go ahead and stop mayne, fuck the laws
Now I ma go ahead and bounce because them hoes do be trippin
I ma head to the house and I ma keep my shit pimpin
I m the realest Down South, I m on a cut-up mission
for some red, bowlegs, no braids, no extensions
I ma get by this bitch and I ma call this bitch
This Nextel drop calls, so I ma hop on the Sprint
They say, "Who that nigga there? He lookin all in my shit
Lookin all through my tint like he wanna come and bitch boi"
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bye bye haters, I gets papers
Y all muh fuckers can hate me later
Ha hoes, I gets O s
I comes through the damn club so throwed
[Tela]
There go two things in life that I don t wanna see
Me not believin in Christ; my kids die befo me
And I promise you this - if the shit is sweet
or if the shit gets deep, from the valley to the beat
They say I went pop, and I lost my streets
The only thing that is pop, is me with this heat
And I pop wine bottles and pop fine models
and pop off sparks from the shells that s hollow
I like nice parties, I got the new Bugotti
It s gutted out white with the candy-apple body
Haters can t see me, cause haters don t like me
We two different players: I m gator, you Nike
Accept that player, can t help that player
I don t care if you just sit there player
Nigga youse a lame you ain t even in the game
Youse a bitch in the stands, stickin on a man
[Chorus]
[Tela]
Hey yo, understand me I m at yo door with yo keys
Tearin up yo shit on the flo where she bleeds
I m diggin through your couch cause I m lookin for the cheese
Nigga this the South, there s some shit off in the breeze
I tell a bitch quick, aiy you re fuckin or leave
And I don t give shit, but I gots to receive
I lays it flat like this, I got mouths to feed
I m the captain of the team, so I m to the extreme
Hmm, so hold it in if you re feelin calicay
or feel the breeze from the wind from the holes in your Escalade
I sho hate it, you re outdated
Expirated, deleted, for fuckin with the greatest
I know you re feelin calicocky and swoll (oh)
But don t get yourself rowdy and cold (oh)
Oh young nigga gonna call me like
Gonna find his ass, split to fuck with the pipes
Keep playin aight?
[Chorus] - 4X
[Tela]
Uhh, so throwed
Uhh, so throwed
Bye bye hater.. y know?
Let s keep it quiet, I m gon shine, I m in the body wide
I m comin down the street, I m in twenty inch tires
I m leaned up, I m screened up
I m bout to clean up the South, ain t shit happen to young Tela
I ma sit right here, and I ma get my shit clear
I ma sit right here, and I ma finish my beer
Now I ma go on and make the block cause I m just on hard
I ma go ahead and stop mayne, fuck the laws
Now I ma go ahead and bounce because them hoes do be trippin
I ma head to the house and I ma keep my shit pimpin
I m the realest Down South, I m on a cut-up mission
for some red, bowlegs, no braids, no extensions
I ma get by this bitch and I ma call this bitch
This Nextel drop calls, so I ma hop on the Sprint
They say, "Who that nigga there? He lookin all in my shit
Lookin all through my tint like he wanna come and bitch boi"
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bye bye haters, I gets papers
Y all muh fuckers can hate me later
Ha hoes, I gets O s
I comes through the damn club so throwed
[Tela]
There go two things in life that I don t wanna see
Me not believin in Christ; my kids die befo me
And I promise you this - if the shit is sweet
or if the shit gets deep, from the valley to the beat
They say I went pop, and I lost my streets
The only thing that is pop, is me with this heat
And I pop wine bottles and pop fine models
and pop off sparks from the shells that s hollow
I like nice parties, I got the new Bugotti
It s gutted out white with the candy-apple body
Haters can t see me, cause haters don t like me
We two different players: I m gator, you Nike
Accept that player, can t help that player
I don t care if you just sit there player
Nigga youse a lame you ain t even in the game
Youse a bitch in the stands, stickin on a man
[Chorus]
[Tela]
Hey yo, understand me I m at yo door with yo keys
Tearin up yo shit on the flo where she bleeds
I m diggin through your couch cause I m lookin for the cheese
Nigga this the South, there s some shit off in the breeze
I tell a bitch quick, aiy you re fuckin or leave
And I don t give shit, but I gots to receive
I lays it flat like this, I got mouths to feed
I m the captain of the team, so I m to the extreme
Hmm, so hold it in if you re feelin calicay
or feel the breeze from the wind from the holes in your Escalade
I sho hate it, you re outdated
Expirated, deleted, for fuckin with the greatest
I know you re feelin calicocky and swoll (oh)
But don t get yourself rowdy and cold (oh)
Oh young nigga gonna call me like
Gonna find his ass, split to fuck with the pipes
Keep playin aight?
[Chorus] - 4X
[Tela]
Uhh, so throwed
Uhh, so throwed
Bye bye hater.. y know?
