Now just imagine if there wasnt no real niggas
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin
Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin
And once again I'm gunnin, copped the big 500
My peers is like queers they only get mad
Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin
I dont like that nigga, fuck that nigga
If you fuck niggas keep tellin'
Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin
But I'm better wit' coke and hot hennessey
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
I sold more oz's than cd's and lp's
And with mo' glass in it, than in your cabinets
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin
Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin
Thats what they say on the low
Cause I ride rims old enough to buy beers
Or is it the way we come down watchin' XXX
Thats what paramedics'll say
Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin
And the feds is what I'm headed
4 15' Subwoofers, blasting
Or is it the Caprice sittin' Emmitt Smiths, thats 22's
Mo' wood in it than old Abe Lincoln's cabin
Even though I step on the scene, so fresh and so clean
A Chevy boy, candy green and chrome fronted
I love the streets that you fuck niggas named Haterville
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin
I love dub-deuces, only cause I'm sittin on em
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin
White sex from the ceilin', visors, and headrests
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin
Man, I wanna shoot, slap, punch, kick, cut that niggaa
But I aint never heard of you
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin
Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin
Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
With the big ole owl, dual heads roaring
Can we all just get along? smoke trees, hit a bong
Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin
Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin
I roll 'em heavy, I'm bout my fetti
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin
And ceelo twankys, choppin
Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin
Ready to squeeze, cause I know you haters get tempted to wear my
Neck a lace
Even the block envy me, I make a mill wit' the flo'
On the Impala on 20 inches
While you lay on the floor
Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin
I spot more than dalmations
Haters pussy niggas, so I'm a choke 'em wit' a thong
No hustlas, thugstas, mobstas, and field niggas
Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin
WE'RE LOSING HIMMMM
Lied on me, said I was a murderer, said I used to serve you work
Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin
Or is it the chain, the gucci hat, the gucci Air Jordan retros to match
On the treal, T double D, I still keep it real
Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin
I was sittin in the rankin, 69
Why you wannaaaaaaaaaa playa hate on meeeeeee?
Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
They smileeee while hatin' but when it comes to fakes
Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin
Strapped wit' a tek in my jeans
Is it the big truck sittin' up on Mike Jordans, thats 23's
Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin
HATERSSSSSSSSSS
Niggas hide out or they ride out cause my shit runnin
Baby, I'm a thug plus I'm OG
Nice tek'n wit' me, I still got my weapon wit' me
Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin
