I ain’t even worried about you haters, Three-Sis might be a fagas, You talk like commentators, You fiction like Terminator, My nation a liminator, Underestimator, Stump him to the pavement with some Air Force One gators, I pay him no mind, I show him a nine, I slap him a couple of times, And then in your mind, I promise, He be a height, he just needed some waking up, And I guess he thought HCP and GIP was bluffing, yeah! You got some pimps up in this building, Smoking with your children, In the back of the club, with my thug service sipping, What’s up with your bitch, sucking dick and shit giving, Credit cards or cheese, with keys, For this pimping, They see these D-Wars shining, grinding, Then they get this feeling, Don’t hate on me or play with me, These mafia boys be killing, They call me Juicy J, I got that SK, that be drilling, You fuck with me, you might get hit, I’m known for don’t feeling, The club, make you proud,