Hater Opinion

Lyrics

[Intro] (I get my work from the narco) [Verse] I'm ten steps ahead of niggas Told the bitch I'm tryna get my head then I'm dippin' Playin' with me, your F&N bullets go in head-on collision Strictly business with you, bitch, that's a grown man decision I asked her how this dick taste, the bitch said, "Delicious" I asked her why she think I'm cheatin' on her, she say, "I got my suspicions" When niggas say I'm goin' broke, that's just a hater opinion Joggin' to the money, he gon' lose 'cause he ain't got no Gatorade in him The ones always opinionating got too much hater-ade in 'em I'm not enough for dinner, but thеm tricks, you can go playdate with 'em I don't know what you niggas doin', but evеry day payday with me Bitch, get the facts straight, I'm not an angel, I'm a demon Why you playin' 2K? I'm in the field schemin' Before you think about hatin' on the Plug, how much money you receivin'? Bitch, I thought I told you I'm a dog, never mind, I'm a cheetah Too busy havin' meetings with bank tellers, you can't reach us I know why they hate the Stincs 'cause gang and them pieced up Niggas don't play with me in the streets 'cause I stay pieced up If you got some money for coach Ralfy, then speak up You see my neck hurtin' and all these big lean cups She hit her knees for your highness 'cause I'ma be bigger than King Tut All I know is niggas better move or we gon' be cookin' beef up Doin' the dash in my own lane, only thing that can stop me is a speed bump On the race to the top, my only advice is to keep up They can never be me, they too busy playin' follow the leader I done poured a six of Wockhardt in a two liter You know why they not like the Stincs? 'Cause my whole crew eatin' The Stincs gave regular a whole new meanin' Birthed so many kids in the rap game, every week, it's a whole new fetus I don't want these niggas 'round me 'cause they way too envious The chop came from Halo, this shit'll disintegrate you She gave me money, I gave her dick, it was a two-way favor I made fifty bands, I blew it, I was broke two days later I got my bachelor at fuckin' shit over, who ain't major? Beefin' with the Plug? Better know you're in danger I hate racist bank tellers with that foolish behavior Better know the Plug keep a loaf, who ain't a baker? With the money makin' sweet love, Anita Baker What's on my hip? Nigga, this a big gun, I don't need a [?] When I take her money, I don't run, I just say, "See you later" He hard, but he can't get on my song 'cause he's a faker From a mile away, I can still see a traitor You broke, but we gon' keep gettin' racks in layers