Letra de Revenge Of The Cool - Big K.R.I.T.

(Feat. Smoke DZA, Girl Talk)

And I'm all up in your shit nowadays

That's what them haters get

Uh

Yeah, yeah

When you puttin' up with them lows, them haters all at your door

Talkin', "Where you been, bro? Why you don't come 'round no more?"

Shit, 'cause money on my mind, if I go broke, then I'm fucked

If the world was four flat tires, y'all niggas'd leave me stuck

And the main one claiming money ain't a thing owe me bucks

Always talking 'bout he pimpin' when his old lady tryna fuck

I got news for you, I ain't the one for hoopin' and hollerin'

You ain't extendin' my commas, we ain't got nothin' in common

I'm sayin', you seen 'em in the club, first to grab on the bottle

Ain't dropped a dime in the VIP, going live with this shit

Always lyin', talkin' down like they supply for the clique

But everybody looking 'round like, "Who the fuck them niggas is?"

"Who the fuck let them niggas in?" 'Cause we some players and we know the difference

I'm never lettin' up on these lames, keep 'em in they feelings

'Cause while they scopin' on my wallet and droolin' over hookah

Man, I was plottin' up a million, some shit they can't be doing

Man, I was all off in your crib, eatin' out your fridge

Feet up on your couch, fuckin' with your bitch

That's what you haters get

That's what you haters get

Man, I was sippin' on your drank, smokin' on your shit

Pressin' on your buttons, ridin' in your whip

That's what you haters get

That's what you haters get

That's what you haters get

She for the city though (For the city)

While your silly ass was puttin' on your shitty show, she was all up in my videos (Uh)

She came to Death Row

Faded off the petrol

Kind of hard to wrestle her off, she mastered Greco

Neck stroke is the death stroke

Cartier specs like I'm Esco'

Keep shittin' on them no matter the amount of pep though

All about the Creflo (Dollars)

Let's go take a look at the escrow

Bets go down

Might triple up next go 'round

I hit them packs if them checks slow down

Slow down, DZA, you're killin' 'em, yet profound

Can't slip, you gotta check those clowns

I'm like, "What a disgrace"

I put 'em all in they place like Section 8 (Uh)

The hate be hereditary, a family trait (Uh)

Revenge of the cool guys, I done ran up the rate

Park you, nigga, cancel your fate

Man, I was all off in your crib, eatin' out your fridge

Feet up on your couch, fuckin' with your bitch

That's what you haters get

That's what you haters get

Man, I was sippin' on your drank, smokin' on your shit

Pressin' on your buttons, ridin' in your whip

That's what you haters get

That's what you haters get

That's what you haters get

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