Freekey Zekey

Freekey Zekey - Hater What You Lookin' At lyrics

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Diptrack bitch

You know what I hate B, You know

When I'm 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!

FREAKY!





Freak on the stroll, cake on the block, shit, a wrist chain big man lotta of 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 honking it

Gonna run a train, yea, me and tito popping

Dipset popping, tell when we hopping

Whole club stopping, all girls jocking, watch how we pop that bud get it rocking

Freak style lambo, you dirty dodging, parda 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





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

Yea, I ride so dirty but I shine so mean, candy on the chevi, that bitch so clean

Swinging doe's, banging hoes, doing my thing

80 on my neck that bitch ching-a-ling

Yea 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





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

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

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 (OWWW'S)

Respect how we morph from the streets to the desk, and we all came off so





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










                   
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