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Why they wanna hate a G, and steady talking down

It don’t matter, cause I’m still gon get mine

Now I’m on top of my game, and so I gotta shine

For the hood, cause I got out and got mine

That nigga Archie Lee, gon get his cash regardless

You can hate on a playa, but you still the fraudest

Nigga I paid dues, to get this cash

It ain’t fall out the sky, in no Giftwrap bag

Shit, I use to have them Ziplock bags

Full of O.Z.'s from whole ki’s, I flipped that fast

I hit the block with that hard balling, pitch that crack

Now I’m in it straight winning, don’t forget that black

Ask my nigga Knock-Knock, he can vouch for that

We move bricks on ships, for you nonbelievers

At the end of the day, we stay focused homie

Better hating from a distance, I got my toaster on me come on

It’s the Jay’Ton, I steady be dropping bombs

On niggas that be hating me, cause I’m setting off alarms

Through the lot, working the block until it’s hot

Then I burn off to that next spot, with the trunk popped

On a hater who ain’t heard of a G, S-L-A-B

Across my glass, so they know who I be

I tell these nothing-ass hoes, I’m a P-I-M-P

And I got the magic stick, and it ain’t for free bitch

Bust for mine, represent it everytime

And bump a nigga off, if he get out of line

Drop it on a dime, it’s my reason for a rhyme

Nothing but the G shit, till I’m laying in the ground

Me and my click gon show spine, stuck on the grind

Pimp Skinny that’s fa sho, you niggas already know

1−9-7−4, break a bitch break a hoe

Do it like it G-O, so quit hating on S.L.A.B. hoe

It’s the Woss Ness representer, they gotta check these broads

They knock me, cause I’m a ghetto star

I’m talking bout these bullshit niggas, smile in your face

Talk behind your back niggas, I’ma keep mashing niggas

It give you hoes, something to talk about

Like how Big Bee, staying with S.L.A.B

And stay hot with Lil Head, that stand 4'3

With connections with Trae and Dougie D, to collect the currency

When I was broke in the game, I know these haters would diss me

Now I’m pulling up in a bumper slab, that make boppers wanna kiss me

These niggas ain’t got no love for a G, when I was showing it back

Now I’m on a mission in a Buick, and ain’t got no time to look back

They really don’t wanna see me doing good, but now I be representing for the

hood

Stepping out like Trae a superstar, and these niggas be wishing that they could

Be like a Southside, Slow Loud And Bangin' underground

Flipping seven figgas out of the Maab, ready for any contender

Pay close attention to me, I’ll tell you what you need to know

From extracts to snow, I’ll show you how to get this do'

First thang, it takes money to make money

I trick off of myself, and give these broads my fake money

Don’t be a dummy, trying to buy it when you can’t afford it

Cause you got lil' ones coming up, that need to be supported

I’m just saying man, shit I’ma get mine regardless

I came up broke, eventually it made me heartless

See I’m a Mob Figga, and I be known to get mine

Boppers claiming they love me, cause they know I speak rhymes

I’m getting dimes, me and my hoes get round

You say I’m your homie, but girl you need to quit lying

We in the mix now, it ain’t no stopping our tape

You wanna knock a nigga hustle, I got the Glock and I’ll spray

I know you hate to see me in the Bentley, chopping up weight

The first hater finna fall, but shit he dropping today

And you might catch me in a 6−4, hitting switches with Trae

And we ain’t worried bout niggas yapping, cause he strapped with a K

I’m bout my money now nigga, motherfuck what you say

Guerilla Maab and Mob Figgas, we be in it to stay

I’m a Southern gangbanger, with one up in the chamber

Niggas can’t see me, on the first set of swangas

Bitch nigga mangler, stupid bitch strangler

The only thing to hang you, the 4−4 will shame ya

When a nigga says danger, all on my route

I’ma try to put the whole Glock, all in your mouth

I’m easy to locate, I’m all on the South

At the club at the mall, plus I’m all by your house

When I catch you ladies good, it’s going all in they mouth

He’s weaker than weak bricks, so he softer than soft

Send his family a message, buy off in your boss

I know what your problem is, the bang got you lost

These haters they flock around me, and they come dime of the dozen

All shapes sizes and colors, them dirty motherfuckers

They ain’t never stopping my shine, never gon see me slip

Never gon take me off of my game, cause I’m too thoed to get

You go hard or you go home, you can’t handle it leave it alone

This some grown man shit, S.L.A.B. bitch we on our own

Got no time for you bustas, you bitches boppers or wankstas

This your nigga Dougie D, swanging off on all haters

Now tell me why you wanna hate Lil B, bitch ass nigga

I’m still that hustler on the grind, trying to stack six figgas

But when I turn around, this nigga be all in my face

Fuck being your friend, I’ma fuck around and catch me a case

Talking down on my name, fake playa ass nigga

Sha grab the K, I’ma fuck around and spray this nigga

It ain’t no love, a nigga still will push and will shove

You ain’t no gangsta you a wanna-be, old fake ass thug

My name ain’t got no love, so now I’m riding alone

Swanging on chrome, late night when alone

I’m a playa old school, and on the block

Every single day, I love school

I know the game done got shife, but I’m living life for

Now I’m running up the twins, like Michelle Phifer

In a Viper with the slab, you know I gotta keep it gangsta

2K3, ain’t got no time for no wankstas