Hatin’ Boosie Badazz

[Intro]
Lil' Boosie Badazz (Boosie Badazz)
And I wanna know tonight
Why they hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me?)
Shit I'm a good nigga believe that (believe that)
Let's roll

[Hook]
Tell my why they hatin' (why they hatin')
Hatin' on me (why they hatin' on me)
Cause I'm tryna get this paper (tryna get this paper)
I'm thuggin' in these streets (I'm thuggin' in these streets)

[Verse 1: Lil' Boosie]
Nigga ate at my momma table my daughter called him uncle (she called him uncle)
I treated him like he was Donkey and he told on me (he ratted on me)
The judge lookin' like he wanna drop a load on me
My nigga lookin' like he wanna break the code on me
Tell me why they let me ride for a year
Now they want my 745 until I show for this here
Nigga try to sneak me but that's ho shit (that's ho shit)
You ain't gon' get no stripes off me lil daddy (uh-uh)
You better try some more shit
And now they fuckin' with my girl head
Them hoes she 'round keep puttin' her soulja down
And she can't focus now
Ain't that a shame how they fuck up your name
Tell promoters you gon' cut throat 'em
Now you missin' your change
Who gon' take the pistol charge since everybody convicted
Been to 5 funerals in 3 months lord knows that I miss 'em
I guess when I get old and grey and my mission is done
You pussy motherfuckers y'all gon' hate on my son