Revenge Of The Cool
(专辑: 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