Haters-Crooked I

How does it feel Know when shits real Ni**a my big wheel Whip peel through killin fields so I grip steel Aimed wit sick skill My itchy trigger finger need benedrill Sit still you can get kill Look how the game switch The niggaz hatin cause they ain't rich They ready to infiltrate my main b**ch Set me up and had me takin major bank trips But f**k a fake trick she ain't sh*t Enemies came to my first show I had some killers in the thrid row I had a b**ch poppin merlow Rockin her skirt low Wit a glock and a fur coat Ready to drop you at the first blow So much pain since I earned dough It turned my betfriend into my worst foe But I had to let the hurt go Niggas know y'all phony style Keep it pushin we ain't homies now Chorus: I'm navigatin in the six double I keep a burner on me yeah that's for show though I spot a hater almost everywhere I go So don't make me have to hit you with the four four I know you mad because I make a littel dough If you a gangsta why you jealous like a hoe yo I guess that's something only real cats know And all my real niggas still love the row yo Verse: You niggas know that imma get mine Its Rick time so I big grind Lip nines for the b**ch kind you Spit rhymes from a sick mind Dick thick dimes after we sip wine Big chicks imma flip mine Make the street sizzle In a lowrider side seat swiffle Gotta do my g-dizzle Cause it can't stop Candy paint drop Chromed out with more glass then a bank shot Suckers mad cause they hot Gay fags cryin cause the cash is exactly what they ain't got Wheter you slang coke or make d**e music Haters can't hope they straight hope Your boat sink and ya stay broke But imma frontline line Nevermind one time Its crunchtime ya touch mine duck I'm finna duck nine Niggas funny as punchline And you can't rain on my sunshine Chorus: I'm navigatin in the six double I keep a burner on me yeah that's for show though I spot a hater almost everywhere I go So don't make me have to hit you with the four four I know you mad because I make a littel dough If you a gangsta why you jealous like a hoe yo I guess that's something only real cats know And all my real niggas still love the row yo Verse: Follow me now as we journey to them hood spots Where them half knocks cook rocks And put you hooks up in a wood box And there ain't a such thing as cops Inside your bodies where they put shots Better get some good blocks I'm heat holdin If you ain't interested in me and you make or keep scrollin I'm a wolf in sheeps clothin Yeah you keep dolin I sleep wit one E-Y-E open This cold world got the streets frozen When it gets dark sh*t start and my heat pops A quick sparks and splits marks Now what its come to Use to be real love wherever I come through Now its like f**k you Y'all best to go hard You know what's eastside to the four yard We pull your hoe card It break my heart everytime that its time to trip I love nigggas but I empty a clip Chorus: I'm navigatin in the six double I keep a burner on me yeah that's for show though I spot a hater almost everywhere I go So don't make me have to hit you with the four four I know you mad because I make a littel dough If you a gangsta why you jealous like a hoe yo I guess that's something only real cats know And all my real niggas still love the row yo