Hey, yo, if rapping was a bitch, you'd have no pussy.

Maybe tongue kissing was chill.

No pussy.

Looking at me dumb.

I slap you so dizzy.

Super so fizzy.

Cock in the four fizzy.

Man, cause I'm too fly and I pumped your hoe.

Crushed the flow.

You got jealous.

Club nouveau.

I sensed the hate.

I used my optical.

You was too close around when I pocket dough.

First came the wishing.

Then came the bitching.

Wanna know the secrets coming from the kitchen.

I was fine dining.

You was eating chicken.

I bust a bad hoe.

Nigga take your picket.

Like a slut.

Calling bitches on my cell phone.

But my bitches trying to take a flop in this.

I ain't just tripping.

I can't trust niggas who ain't us.

Bringing niggas who can't bust.

I'm A plus with it.

I ain't just a crusher.

Have Tutsler mixed with you just to bust her.

Bitch ass niggas get me rich fast quicker.

Now don't trigger this super ass kicker.

Why do you hate on me?

Cause I don't be tipping off you.

My image is stuck on G.

Try to fuck with me this year.

I'm so up on my shit.

These bitches ain't getting my grip.

So I still remain a G.

But why do you hate on me?

Why?

Why you gon' hate on me?

And I'm that nigga that ride beats smoother than Brian Isley.

Talking bout fuck the money but steady eyeing me.

Steady trying to see how good sex with me could be.

Why won't you let me fuck?

And I'm the best thing going.

And you the best thing mowing.

Plus we got you on tape giving head in slow motion.

Undercover hoes be real soft smoking.

Why would you slash my tie?

And I got stock in Goodyear.

Bitch I'm all good here.

Trying to fuck up my clutch so I'm forced to change gears.

Dark skin, goatee with no beard.

I change hoes like I change clothes.

Young devil in the city of angels.

We keep it ghetto like cups with staples.

Lying from hell, they getting hit from Rachel now.

Why do you hate on me?

Cause I don't be tipping off you.

My image is stuck on G.

Try to fuck with me this year.

I'm so up on my shit.

These bitches ain't getting my grip.

So I still remain a G.

But why do you hate on me?

Why?

Why do bitches blow dicks?

I don't know that, but I could tell you this.

It's a simple trick that you can hate all you want.

We roll joints, we don't fuck with blunts.

Fuck a blunt now.

Some niggas is worse than hoes.

Throw something on your chest, let it go.

I make a bitch blow balls like a bomb and sing that song.

But naked, both of y 'all niggas be breaking hatin' records.

The most hatin' done in 8 .5 seconds.

Why you hate Snoopy, hate Nathan, hate me?

Why you hate Super and hatin' on 1G?

Why you hate Roscoe?

Why you hate the money?

Cuz he wanna fuck Armani and don't wear Armani.

Hatin' Goldie and hatin' Trey D.

Trey D was like, fuck them if they hatin' the G.

Fuck y 'all.

Why do you hate on me?

Cuz I don't be zippin' off you.

My image is stuck on G.

Try to fuck with me this year.

I'm so up on my shit.

These bitches ain't getting my grip.

So I still remain a G.

But why do you hate on me?

Why?

Why?