LETRAByeAnjelah Johnson

[Pre-Verse 1]
Haters love to hate, hate
While you can, homie
Twist my lid off, lid off
Open a can, homie
Of that whoop-ass-stirnomical
I'm bad, homie
Yeah, you can hear it in the streets...
"Yeah, she bad, homie!"

[Verse 1]
Haters tryna hate on YouTube
Like I neva' shoulda' made it, and it erks you
Why, I ain't flippin' no mo' burgers, that's rear-view
And every comment that you post, that's so rude

I'm jus' doin' what I'm 'spose to
Don't get mad 'cause you close to my shine so bright
Haters can't block if they tried to!

[Pre-Hook]
(One) This dude need ta' go
Need ta', need ta' go
This dude need ta' go
Need ta', need ta' go

This dude need ta' go
Need ta', need ta' go...

[Hook]
H-haters make laugh!
Bye!

(Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

H-haters make laugh!
Bye!

(Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

H-haters make me laugh!

[Pre-Verse 2]
If you hatin' on the queen, well, I guess you need ta' go
Are you tryin' ta' be mean?
Well, you suckas' need ta' go
When you see me in the streets, betta' know you need ta' go
Uh-huh, you need ta' go
That's right, you need ta' go

[Verse 2]
Yo', I'm too dope fo' these dope boys
And I'm too paid to be broke, boys
So when you take aim, and you leak shots, just make sure you don't choke, boy!

I've been hood, now I fancy
I'm so good and you can't be
I'm Soul Food and you candy
That's a belly-ache for you hate-dweebs!

I do this for my real fans
Who work hard and then make plans
To support me, no matter what I do
That's real love, you wouldn't understand

I'm Qui Qui, and you, "dumb, dumb"
You don't feel me, 'cause you numb, numb
I just started, ain't near done
I'm Lauryn Hill, 'cause you lost one

[Pre-Hook]
(One) This dude need ta' go
Need ta', need ta' go
This dude need ta' go
Need ta', need ta' go

This dude need ta' go
Need ta', need ta' go...

[Hook]
H-haters make laugh!
Bye!

(Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

H-haters make laugh!
Bye!

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

(Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)

H-haters make me laugh!

[Pre-Verse 2]
If you hatin' on the queen, well, I guess you need ta' go
Are you tryin' to be mean?
Well, you suckas' need ta' go
When you see me in the streets, betta' know you need ta' go
Uh-huh, you need ta' go
That's right, you need ta' go

[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
I ain't got no time for these little boys online
Tryna criticize my rhymes, like we wanna hear their mind
They just hate 'cause they can't find any fans to stand in line
While I sellout all the time, killin' shows like it's a crime

An' you run yo' mouth
Bitch, you talk
I rock shows, you pass flyers
I'm the boss, you get hierd
Just got signed, you retard

Go so hard an' I can't stop now
Came too far and I won't back down
All you lil' nerds can't steal my crown
Queen of the YouTube (yeah), psht-
I'm out