Lyrics Haters Wanted - S-Rank Tactics

Tell a hating bitch
We taking applications
Nah hoe you better be ready
Cause I ain't waiting
I'm just saying
I'm in the streets riding in that drop
Making deals with Satan
Gotta get my payments
For all the time I wasted
And I got beams
And I'm on lean
And she off a bean
And we to deep
All black my seams
ZaZa bout 33
I got that 30 piece
Matte black my monster Jeep
Leviathan philosophy
And ion know what I'm finna do shit
Could cop a coupe shit
Could bless the troops shit
Could fly to the moon shit
We high as the moon shit
Might pour bout 2 shit
Might pop me 2 hold up

Big bands big bands big bands
Kick stand
Big bands big bands big bands
Big bands kick stand
Big bands big bands big bands
Kick stand
Big bands big bands big bands
Big bands kick stand

Glock on the team
23 on my feet
Pointers on fleek
Balenciaga my jeans
Designer my dreams
Designer in pink
Used to trap out the rink
Used to boost dvd's
Used to record in the cut
Now it's top floor any time I speak
Hold up pump fake
You know I ain't bout that shit nah
Christian Dior
With that Louis Vuitton
I'm the boss man lil bitty bitch
I'm the boss man lil bitty bitch
I'm the boss man lil bitty bitch
I'm the boss man lil bitty bitch
Vacuum seal the money
I ain't just moving zips

Whole lotta gang shit
Whole lotta slime
Whole lotta payments
Whole lotta gang shit
Whole lotta slime
Whole lotta payments
Switch gears while
I'm switching lanes
I ain't got time for the lame shit
Big stacks don't fold fuck fame bitch

Hold up
Flood my wrist
Flood my wrist
Flood my shit
Hold up
Flood my clique
Flood my bitch
Flood my shit
Hold up
Flood my wrist
Flood my wrist
Flood my shit
Hold up
Flood my clique
Flood my bitch
Flood my shit