Lyrics Haters Fussing - Wavy Cee

Best artist at bethel, it ain't no discussion
Cannot cuff that girl if she really be bussin, aye
Say you want smoke
But all you smoke is Russian
Everytime I drop a song the haters be fussing

Oh yeah and before I start snapping again
This for all the people
Who be disrespecting me in my comments

Haters fussing, push button
Blood gushing, ambulance rushing
Girl blushing, she bussing
She sucking, no cuffing
But I'm tryna smash on the nightstand
Give her what's in between
My left and right hand
Ain't no hitting and quitting it though
I'll get her a ring cuz she ain't no hoe
Our love strings are attached as if it's a yo-yo
Cuz if she was a hoe, I'd pass her to bro bro
Got internet gangsters hopping like a pogo
They tryna dodge me, I already know yo
Check right here, it's all on my go pro
Oh you a athlete, well you better go pro
Cuz if you don't make it, I hop out the four door
And I'm with one bro but I got bout four more
You better get low, this ain't no limbo
Hop out the limo and put a fist to his temple
Fist made a smile don't you see the dimple
Made that boy bleed like he popped a pimple
Don't mess with me, it could all be so simple
Y'all running track, I'm running through bands
Don't worry bout my girl, worry bout your mans
The reason you hate is cuz you're a stan
Like Lee you're dead when I go Spider-Man
Y'all stuck in a web, wrapped in saran
Some of y'all dudes think y'all scary
But y'all just make me laugh, ha, Jim Carey

Best artist at bethel, it ain't no discussion
Cannot cuff that girl if she really be bussin, aye
Say you want smoke
But all you smoke is Russian
Everytime I drop a song the haters be fussing

What do you mean chill out
What do you mean stop being so disrespectful
I gotta let 'em know what's up

Haters fussing, push button
Blood gushing, ambulance rushing
Girl blushing, she bussing
She sucking, no cuffing
But I'm tryna smash on the nightstand
Give her what's in between
My left and right hand
Ain't no hitting and quitting it though
I'll get her a ring cuz she ain't no hoe
Our love strings are attached as if it's a yo-yo
Cuz if she was a hoe, I'd pass her to bro bro
Got internet gangsters hopping like a pogo
They tryna dodge me, I already know yo
Check right here, it's all on my go pro
Oh you a athlete, well you better go pro
Cuz if you don't make it, I hop out the four door
And I'm with one bro but I got bout four more
You better get low, this ain't no limbo
Hop out the limo and put a fist to his temple
Fist made a smile don't you see the dimple
Made that boy bleed like he popped a pimple
Don't mess with me, it could all be so simple
Y'all running track, I'm running through bands
Don't worry bout my girl, worry bout your mans
The reason you hate is cuz you're a stan
Like Lee you're dead when I go Spider-Man
Y'all stuck in a web, wrapped in saran
Some of y'all dudes think y'all scary
But y'all just make me laugh, ha, Jim Carey