Revenge Of The Cool

(álbum: Full Court Press - 2022)

And I'm all up in your shit nowadays
That's what them haters get
Uh
Yeah, yeah

When you putting up with them lows, them haters all at your door
Talking, "Where you been, bro? Why you don't come 'round no more?"
Shit, 'cause money on my mind, if I go broke, then I'm fucked
If the world was four flat tires, y'all niggas'd leave me stuck
And the main one claiming money ain't a thing owe me bucks
Always talking 'bout he pimping when his old lady tryna fuck
I got news for you, I ain't the one for hooping and hollering
You ain't extending my commas, we ain't got nothing in common
I'm saying, you seen 'em in the club, first to grab on the bottle
Ain't dropped a dime in the VIP, going live with this shit
Always lying, talking down like they supply for the clique
But everybody looking 'round like, "Who the fuck them niggas is?"
"Who the fuck let them niggas in?" 'Cause we some players and we know the difference
I'm never letting up on these lames, keep 'em in they feelings
'Cause while they scoping on my wallet and drooling over hookah
Man, I was plotting up a million, some shit they can't be doing

Man, I was all off in your crib, eating out your fridge
Feet up on your couch, fucking with your bitch
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get
Man, I was sipping on your drank, smoking on your shit
Pressing on your buttons, riding in your whip
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get

She for the city though (For the city)
While your silly ass was putting on your shitty show, she was all up in my videos (Uh)
She came to Death Row
Faded off the petrol
Kind of hard to wrestle her off, she mastered Greco
Neck stroke is the death stroke
Cartier specs like I'm Esco'
Keep shitting on them no matter the amount of pep though
All about the Creflo (Dollars)
Let's go take a look at the escrow
Bets go down
Might triple up next go 'round
I hit them packs if them checks slow down
Slow down, DZA, you're killing 'em, yet profound
Can't slip, you gotta check those clowns
I'm like, "What a disgrace"
I put 'em all in they place like Section 8 (Uh)
The hate be hereditary, a family trait (Uh)
Revenge of the cool guys, I done ran up the rate
Park you, nigga, cancel your fate

Man, I was all off in your crib, eating out your fridge
Feet up on your couch, fucking with your bitch
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get
Man, I was sipping on your drank, smoking on your shit
Pressing on your buttons, riding in your whip
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get
That's what you haters get