Revenge Of The Cool
    (专辑: Full Court Press - 2022)
    
    And I'm all up in your shit nowadays  That's what them haters get  Uh  Yeah, yeah   When you putting up with them lows, them haters all at your door  Talking, "Where you been, bro? Why you don't come 'round no more?"  Shit, 'cause money on my mind, if I 
go broke, then I'm fucked  If the 
world was four flat tires, y'all niggas'd leave me stuck  And the 
main one claiming money ain't a 
thing owe me bucks  Always talking 'bout he pimping when his old lady tryna fuck  I 
got news for you, I 
ain't the 
one for hooping and hollering  You ain't extending my commas, we ain't got nothing in common  I'm saying, you seen 'em in the 
club, first to grab on the 
bottle  Ain't dropped a 
dime in the 
VIP, going live with this shit  Always lying, talking down like they supply for the 
clique  But everybody looking 'round like, "Who the 
fuck them niggas is?"  "Who the 
fuck let them niggas in?" 'Cause we some players and we know the 
difference  I'm never letting up on these lames, keep 'em in they feelings  'Cause while they scoping on my wallet and drooling over hookah  Man, I 
was plotting up a 
million, some shit they can't be doing   Man, I 
was all off in your crib, eating out your fridge  Feet up on your couch, fucking with your bitch  That's what you haters get  That's what you haters get  Man, I 
was sipping on your drank, smoking on your shit  Pressing on your buttons, riding in your whip  That's what you haters get  That's what you haters get  That's what you haters get   She for the 
city though (For the 
city)  While your silly ass was putting on your shitty show, she was all up in my videos (Uh)  She came to Death Row  Faded off the 
petrol  Kind of hard to wrestle her off, she mastered Greco  Neck stroke is the 
death stroke  Cartier specs like I'm Esco'  Keep shitting on them no matter the 
amount of pep though  All about the 
Creflo (Dollars)  Let's go take a 
look at the 
escrow  Bets go down  Might triple up next go 'round  I 
hit them packs if them checks slow down  Slow down, DZA, you're killing 'em, yet profound  Can't slip, you gotta check those clowns  I'm like, "What a 
disgrace"  I 
put 'em all in they place like Section 8 
(Uh)  The 
hate be hereditary, a 
family trait (Uh)  Revenge of the 
cool guys, I 
done ran up the 
rate  Park you, nigga, cancel your fate   Man, I 
was all off in your crib, eating out your fridge  Feet up on your couch, fucking with your bitch  That's what you haters get  That's what you haters get  Man, I 
was sipping on your drank, smoking on your shit  Pressing on your buttons, riding in your whip  That's what you haters get  That's what you haters get  That's what you haters get