Haters - Field Mob

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