Haters Still Mad

Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad

Man look,

Big TWhy y'all haters still mad(I said I don't know why baby)'

Cause Screwed

Up Click acting bad'

Cause Screwed

Up Click acting bad

You might see me in the benzo

Sitting on

Lorenzos, blowing on some endo

It's five o'clock so

I'ma drop my top, and let down my window

I'm candy paint with

DVD's and

Playstation 2

I got a mic with a crown on top that say

R.I.P. DJ

ScrewBut I'ma hold it down like it's no cigo'

Make this screw **** coast to coast

I can't be stopped like a locomotive,

M P C H P eighty rolling

My paper folding like laundromats,

S P S black

CadillacsE

S 1's 'cause cataracts,

Gucci suit with the hat to match

Like Fat Pat

I'm on chrome, my

Prime Co. on roam

Sold out shows at the

Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long

Y'all money gone 'cause we changed the game

And came with tighter flows

I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, 'cause ***** that's all

I knowLike shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars

Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday

I'm switching cars

But I'm a superstar like

Denzel, but

I ain't gone win a

GrammyI sold a hundred thousand now

I see why ****** can't stand me

Why y'all haters still mad(I said I don't know why baby)'

Cause Swisha

House acting bad(Why y'all hating the way y'all do)

Why y'all haters still mad(I said I don't know why baby)'

Cause Screwed

Up Click acting bad'

Cause Screwed

Up Click acting bad

All these cars

I got to flip one, all these rims

I got to whip one

All this wood

I got to grip some,

Texas boys off the hook, huh

Chain and charm with two my chain

Project corner with too much weight

Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life

Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money, shaking dice

Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price

Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make me chill

Peanut butter in my

Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill

Buy a pint and

I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a south-mill

Y'all hatas mad 'cause we in a

JagAnd that

Iceberg got us dressed to kill

How you feel 'cause

I'm fired up, pour me up another cup

It's S U C and

Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up

Lil' Ron make you hold up while

I take a trip with

Lil' FlipBlow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliff

Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad

I'm a rosewood thug that keeps my pants sagging

Why y'all haters still mad(I said I don't know why baby)'

Cause Swisha

House acting bad(Why y'all hating the way y'all do)

Why y'all haters still mad(I said I don't know why baby)'

Cause Screwed

Up Click acting bad'

Cause Screwed

Up Click acting bad