[Intro: Young Buck]
Yeah, you know what it is
Ayo, it's a hater in this muh'fucker tonight
Point his ass out, G-Unit South
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
A dirty nigga with a whole lot of ice on
We serve niggas mommas just to keep our lights on
Fuck credit, I ain't fuckin' wit y'all
When I was locked up, niggas wouldn't answer my calls
I pick my Glock up, broke down a damn eightball
And hit the block up, yeah we sell grams and all
But here the haters come, I done went and bought me a Chevy
I got drive out tags on twenty-fo's already
Let me circle back around, let my window down
Ay, where that nigga now? I don't even hear a sound
You know they hate you when ya rich, and love when you're broke
Fleas turn into ticks and the bitches get ya smoked
I'ma Gangsta Grill on 'em, pop a pill on 'em
I see a lil' murder went and got the deal on 'em
So go on say my name, shit, I don't blame ya
Just know that that bitch that you whip ain't no angel, nigga
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I just flip more bricks when they talk about me
I just buy more whips when they talk about me
I just stack my chips when they talk about me
Think about it, what would you haters do without me?
I just fuck nigga's hoes when they talk about me
I just roll up the 'dro when they talk about me
We go to war, that's fo' sho' when they talk about me
Think about it, what would you haters do without me?
Yeah, you know what it is
Ayo, it's a hater in this muh'fucker tonight
Point his ass out, G-Unit South
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
A dirty nigga with a whole lot of ice on
We serve niggas mommas just to keep our lights on
Fuck credit, I ain't fuckin' wit y'all
When I was locked up, niggas wouldn't answer my calls
I pick my Glock up, broke down a damn eightball
And hit the block up, yeah we sell grams and all
But here the haters come, I done went and bought me a Chevy
I got drive out tags on twenty-fo's already
Let me circle back around, let my window down
Ay, where that nigga now? I don't even hear a sound
You know they hate you when ya rich, and love when you're broke
Fleas turn into ticks and the bitches get ya smoked
I'ma Gangsta Grill on 'em, pop a pill on 'em
I see a lil' murder went and got the deal on 'em
So go on say my name, shit, I don't blame ya
Just know that that bitch that you whip ain't no angel, nigga
[Chorus: Young Buck]
I just flip more bricks when they talk about me
I just buy more whips when they talk about me
I just stack my chips when they talk about me
Think about it, what would you haters do without me?
I just fuck nigga's hoes when they talk about me
I just roll up the 'dro when they talk about me
We go to war, that's fo' sho' when they talk about me
Think about it, what would you haters do without me?
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