Dab On My Haters Keri Hilson (Ft. K CAMP & Waka Flocka Flame)

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
They tried to put me in my grave
By throwin' dirt up on my name, okay
Sometimes your woes turn into foes
You know how the sayin' goes
Gotta keep the grass low, no snakes
You know I dab on my haters, dab
Dab on my haters, dab
And I feel bad for my haters, bad
Cause I dab on my haters, dab

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
SQUAAAD!
Dabbin' on 'em, I'm about to go All-Madden on 'em
They gon' need more paddin' on 'em
Goin' Zero Dark Thirty, Bin Ladin on 'em
From the south side, Clayton County, homie
Hold the ball like your boy got ransom on it
You in the friend zone, romancin', homie
I'm in the end zone, and I'm dancin', homie
Flocka Flame, I'm back again
You asked me once, don't ask again
Hit the sack and I'm stackin' and stackin' ends
Linebacker like flash, won't pass again
Cam Newton, that's the young gun
Peyton Manning, that's the O.G
Ain't a man alive I'll run from
Better pay up if you owe me
You know me, I'm goin' off now
You know you fools done lost now
I was Gucci's goon, I'm a boss now
All you gettin' lost in the sauce now
I ain't mad at y'all, I feel bad for y'all
Watch out for the snakes, they're trappin' y'all
Ain't a safety that save me or tackle y'all
Champagne for the pain, I'ma laugh it off