NBA YoungBoy – Hi Haters (Lyrics, Video)

YoungBoy Never Broke Again drops the new “Hi Haters” song with a music video. The piece of music was produced by Yung Tago & BJ Beatz.

Nba Youngboy Hi Haters

There’s no shortage of new music from NBA Youngboy these days. In a year where the Baton Rouge rapper has flooded the streets with an influx of projects and singles, he’s clearly not holding back before the year comes to an end.

In the midst of fielding criticism from his detractors, NBA Youngboy reminded them that he’s living good right now on his latest single. This week, he dished out his new bop, “Hi Haters.” The record kicks off with upbeat, guitar-laden production with a breath of gratitude for everything in his life. He reflects on the power of prayer before detailing the joys of fatherhood. Overall, the BR rapper is living his best life and he expresses it best over the course of the record.

The music video for the song showcases NBA Youngboy at his home. However, it closes out with a vlog of sorts that provides some insight into his personal life. One viral clip, in particular, shows him navigating through his closet, which practically doubles as a retail store. The shelves are stocked with sneakers and there’s a separate room for all of his garments.

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(A-a-ayy, that’s probably Tago)
(Goddamn, BJ made another one)
To all the haters—
Yeah, ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
And now I speak, gotta put my daughter to sleep
And just like Peak, I named my son after a G (They know)
Ain’t been respondin’ to these niggas, I’m way more rich, I know they see (They see)
On my wife, I’m spendin’ millions, I put some diamonds on my wrist (Yeah-yeah)
I done made it out the cage (I done made it out the cage)
Saw me down, but I’m so up I don’t give one fuck
God, I say, “Thank you”
Hit your artist wit’ them Ks (Hit your artist wit’ them Ks)
I don’t bother you, you pick on me
Just wait to see, bitch, I’m gon’ spank you (Bah, bah)
Ten mill’ in real estate, to the rich that’s embarrassment, but I’m big on it
Been on it, I get that money and I sit on it (Sit on it)
Nails got some paint up on ’em, but play, know I’ll kill yo’ big homie
I got this Givenchy-branded chain, I’ll fit three times your rent on it
Tell my mama, “Send a hundred, I’ma send it back” (I’ma send it back)
Throw a brick and hide ya hand, bitch, you know I’ma get you whacked (I’ma get you whacked)
Tell Charleston White, “I’m a gangster who been misled wrong”
I just been leadin’ wrong, but if you ever need me, I’ll send a bag (I’ll send a bag)

[Chorus]
To all the haters, I say, “Hey”
I made it through another day
I’m blessed, so how can I complain?
It ain’t one thing that they can say
I thank You, Lord, that I’m saved (Saved)
Look, all this money I done made
They won’t let me out the cage
Some hitters missed me with them Ks (Some niggas missed me with them Ks)
Know I put shit up behind Lil Dave (Yeah)
But, bae, I changed, I was feelin’ played (Yeah)
Should’ve shot the bitch up in his face (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Wanna say, “Stop violence,” but, it don’t add up to my name
Known to bring pain, I bust his brain
Like, “Boy, you disrespect gang” (You know)
I’m a duck, continue wit’ that ignorant shit ’cause I’m a wealthy man (Move on)
Try and pray five times a day, name another Christian do the same (Amen)
And I gotta thank the Lord for my kids (My kids)
Harper got smart on that big
Nigga tryna cap me, crossed my wig, behind this boy that we digged
Hope you don’t think you comin’ in here puttin’ me up, it won’t be it (Uh-uh)
Come test your luck, I wan’ see it
Drop the next, turned to a spirit
I’m like, “Mama, these niggas don’t want no problems (Don’t want no problems, nah), but these women wanna sex away my problems”
Free money, might as well give away to my partners (All of my brothers, nigga)
They be hatin’ and I’m like, “Oh, it ain’t my problem” (Ma, I got problems)

[Chorus]
To all the haters, I say, “Hey”
I made it through another day (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I’m blessed, so how can I complain? (I can’t complain)
It ain’t one thing that they can say (It ain’t a thing they can say)
I thank You, Lord, that I’m saved (Ooh, ooh)
Look, all this money I done made
They won’t let me out the cage
Some hitters missed me wit’ them K’s (Ah, ah)
Know I put shit up behind Lil Dave (Yeah, yeah)
But, bae I changed, I was feelin’ played
Should’ve shot the bitch up in his face (Yeah)

[Verse 3]
I’m workin’ hard through all my problems, hustlin’ on my own (Own)
And I be up late when they sleep, no excuses at all
I’m the man inside my home (My home)
I’m caught up providin’ (I’m caught up providin’)
But all my niggas been slidin’, woah (But all my niggas been slidin’)
We gotta stay violent through this shit
Don’t like violence, not one bit
Might just come home and call my mama (Call my mama)
Pain keep me rollin’, I stay strong (I’m strong, yeah)
I’m winnin’ on these bitches, I say, “Amen” (Amen)
My shades, they Balenci’, they ain’t Ray-Bans
Dada try hard not to open a can on these fools
These niggas be fans, run up my bands on them dudes (I run up my bands)
Bought extra land, and it got the same view as my house, way too cool (Too cool)
Gotta keep that stick inside my pants, like Baboon (Know I gotta keep that stick)
They know I’m not friendly, not one bit and I hate all of you (I’m too rich)
Watch my nails (Yeah)
Tell the boys and girls, I’m Top, I’m up, go to Hell (Go to Hell)
You ain’t hatin’ on me, I hope you conquer and prevail (Prevail)
They want beef, got ’em waitin’ on me, ’cause I know they’ll probably’ll call 12 (Brrt)
Can’t be lookin’ up to niggas don’t even look up to theyself
Don’t set yourself up for to fail (Slime)

[Outro]
Haha
To all the people that be talkin’ down on me, nigga, ha
It’s all good, all good, I’m ballin’
Ya heard me?
Yeah, you ain’t takin’ it away from us now, at all
Everybody livin’ good
Shit, if you ain’t livin’ good, I know I gave it to you
That’s on ya body, ya heard me?
You ain’t gotta like me, believe that
I’m kickin’ it wit’ [?] on here, I’m too [?] on here
I’m stayin’ groovy on these hoes, nigga, believe that
It’s slime, Top
To all the haters, I say, “Hey”