Hater B Gone (DJ Red Remix Slowed & Chopped)

Fifty packs of that strong Fifty of them bitches gone BeforeI mowed that lawn Before They even grown Track number off a cellular phone Why you mad like something Wrong hater She singing all my songs All that ass up in that thong Boy we trap From dusk and until dawn Smoke like Cheech and Chong Taking dab rips from the bong Smoking until it's gone Your out of here like gong High like I'm king kong Bitches on my ding dong These nuts she swing on Hella Player got that beat on She get her cream on Boy you just a pee on I'm Making plays like Elon I'm prime time like Dion Got my lean on Your pocket short But me long Me long me long me me long Hater Close my eyes and hope You go! Hater be gone Be gone be gone be gone Hater be gone Be gone be gone be gone Hater be gone Be gone be gone be gone Game recognizes Game What the bigga figga say Your name hatting on the Player Instead of hating on the game Someone sees you elevate Then Jump up on your page Report your ass and walk away Want to through some shade My hitters throw grenades Tree too loud what did you say I'm coming up out of the Bay Mane Grind it until we are paid mane Hit one time hard and Hibernate mane Back up six more feet With that jealousy envy greed Keep that away from the scene Hater just be gone to me Hater be gone Be gone be gone be gone Hater be gone Be gone be gone be gone Hater be gone Be gone be gone be gone