Haters Lyrics - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota - Field Mob

HATERSSSSSSSSSS 

Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin 

Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin 

Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin 

HATERSSSSSSSSSS 

Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin 

Hatin cause these hoes 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, thats 23's 

With the big ole owl, dual heads roaring 

Or is it the Caprice sittin' Emmitt Smiths, thats 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 sex 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 hoes be, jockin! jockin 

Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin 

HATERSSSSSSSSSS 

Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin 

Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin 

Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin 

Now just imagine if there wasnt no real niggas 

No hustlas, thugstas, mobstas, and field niggas 

On the treal, T double D, I still keep it real 

I love the streets that you fuck niggas named Haterville 

Lied on me, said I was a murderer, said I used to serve you work 

But I aint 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 

Niggas hide out or they ride out cause my shit 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 fuck niggas keep tellin' 

HATERSSSSSSSSSS 

Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin 

Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin 

Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin 

HATERSSSSSSSSSS 

Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin 

Hatin cause these hoes 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 dont like that nigga, fuck that nigga 

Man, I wanna shoot, slap, punch, kick, cut that niggaa 

Thats what they say on the low 

WE'RE LOSING HIMMMM 

Thats what paramedics'll say 

While you lay on the floor 

Can we all just get along? smoke trees, hit a bong 

Haters pussy niggas, 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 hoes be, jockin! jockin 

Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin 

HATERSSSSSSSSSS 

Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin 

Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin 

Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin 

HATERSSSSSSSSSS 

Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin 

Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin 

Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin 

HATERSSSSSSSSSS 

Hatin cause my 20's be, choppin! choppin 

Hatin cause these hoes be, jockin! jockin 

Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin