Hi Hater Caskey

[Intro]
Hi hater, hi hater, yeah
Man, I gotta get fly, yeah

[Verse 1]
Man, I gotta get fly as the open sky
I be vibing in the smoke, got potent in the dope, ride
I got a squad never trip just so hot
Tales of me riding in the OI, can't even explain
How to reign, it's a cold game
Cries to my pops, B-Rock with a gold chain
Eat big, fuck a piece, want the whole thang
That was what was taught by my old mane
I admit, I'm a dog for the greenbacks, rottweiler
Self-made man, never need me a co-pilot
Levitate, but these cats so violent
Hold heat, so my homies with the gold teeth
Past year, I got schooled, bussed some OGs
Told me not to be so flamboyant, sitting lowkey
Checkmate, still everybody know me
Hateful in the springs to the Bokey
Tell 'em all the same thang

[Hook]
Hi hater
Never gon' touch my paper, I'm on my grind
Why you worried 'bout mine?
Tell me why the fuck you worried 'bout mine
If you watching: yeah, hi hater
Never gon' touch my paper, I'm on my grind
Why you worried 'bout mine?
Tell me why the fuck you worried 'bout mine