Letras: Freekey Zekey. Book Of Ezekiel. Hater What You Lookin' At.

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

[Chorus:]
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!

[Verse 1:]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 3:]
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

[Chorus:]
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