Hater What You Lookin' At Lyrics - Book Of Ezekiel - Freekey Zekey

Diptrack bitch 

You know the fuck I hate B, you know? 

When I be riding clean with no tints and I pull up 

You dig, and I look and I be like 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Go and get some paper stacks 

Get some paper stacks 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Go and get some paper stack 

Get some paper stacks 

Hater, what you looking at? 

Freaky, freaked on the stroll, caked on the block 

Shit, a wrist chain big man lotta props 

Back out the imp, put it to his nodachey 

(Hater, what you looking at, what you looking at?) 

Pistol whip him said, "Hater, now look at that" 

You ain't no freak, big boss half lunatic 

Girl magnet, pop shit with his hooligans 

Head cracked, trips, Autobenz, Giovanni rims 

Click big whip, new metro card, hop a train 

Whip thru' the metro honk shorty hoppin' it 

Gonna run a train, yea, me and tito poppin' 

Dipset popping, tell when we hoppin' 

Whole club stopping, all girls jocking 

Watch how we pop that bud, get it rocking 

Freak style lambo, you dirty dodgin' 

Prada be in love, gifts car seats and carpet 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Go and get some paper stacks 

Get some paper stacks 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Go and get some paper stack 

Get some paper stacks 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

I'm looking sharper than a razor 

Smoking on some haze, riding low pro 

Chopping on them blades 

Two tones digi dash, panoramic tops 

Coming down the block, bet you all the bitches jock 

Yeah, I ride so dirty but I shine so mean 

Candy on the chevi, that bitch so clean 

Swinging does, banging hoes, doing my thing 

80 on my neck that bitch ching-a-ling 

Yeah, I see you in the streets, looking like fools 

Cloudy ass diamonds, thunder storm jewels 

Fuck nigga, don't trip, my fours make you holler 

Candy paint gators, matching the Impala 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Go and get some paper stacks 

Get some paper stacks 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Go and get some paper stack 

Get some paper stacks 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

I'm a first class hitter, you in coach smelling arm pits 

Stone cold sinner, got the heat when I'm flossin' 

Hold up your horses, your boy and his horsemen 

His move and be cautious 

Don't wanna see none of ya'll stiff in the coffin 

North gate, flossing, the way I left them all 

You think they got extorted 

Dipset president, 7 figure office, checks on the 

Respect how we morph from 

The streets to the desk, and we all came off so 

Go and get some paper stacks 

Get some paper stacks 

Don't wanna be the nigga that sped off 

And let the dirt hit [Incomprehensible] 

Freaky 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Go and get some paper stacks 

Get some paper stacks 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you looking at? 

Go and get some paper stacks 

Get some paper stacks 

Hater, what you looking at? 

What you lookin' at?