Haters & Trators lyrics

[Intro]
Scrap b*tch, duck b*tch, Scrap b*tch, duck b*tch
Scrap b*tch, duck b*tch, Scrap b*tch, duck b*tch
Scrap b*tch, duck b*tch, Scrap b*tch—duck
Scrap b*tch, duck b*tch

[Verse 1: So Serious]
See, as a player in this game on your hustle tryna rap
Never put your trust in a n*gga when you see crookedness in his eyes
'Cause he'll laugh in your face, then talk behind your back
It ain't no friends in this game, I'm holdin' steady to my Gat
Get your ass off your shoulders, make your livin' for yourself
Could tryna start up some sh*t, knowin' your ass ain't got no help
Player, player, it's whatever, murderer, murderer, what you gon' do?
Gangster, gangster, where your squad? Is you flexin, or you true?
n*ggas stretchin' nationwide and they forgettin' where they from
But the world goes round n' round and if he gon' drop the bomb
Gimisum on your map, don't get caught up in the trap
By [?], So Serious get you smacked it in the mouth
I'll never cross a player, If he don't cross me
We can handle this like some gentleman, or do it thug-style, see
It's a crime motherf*ckin' shame that your roadie can't be trusted
But if my n*gga cross me out, it's a whole lotta heads, gon' be busted
I'm trustin' in God and myself, n*gga, f*ck you immitators
So Serious got you [?], rest in peace
[Verse 2: Playa Dre]
Take 'em [?] over petty sh*t, don't make me wanna' snap
Crossin' over, just like gamblin' with your life, and throwin the cap
I can recall when I was tight with this n*gga once before
Now I'm restin' in the spotlight, he playin' the role of a ho
Every time, I take a higher step to the top in this industry [?]
By a b*tch or either fall about some jealousy
Don't envy me, 'cause really you offendin' me and causin' stress
I guess, you just determetive be my enemy, so dig that
Mizzista Plizzaya Drizze, dizzon't fizzail
Black n*gga out the south, y occupation on the stage
Raise your hand if you down with the Troopaz from the jump
Like my n*gga So Serious said: "Don't be fakin' a [?]"
If you do, then check the dictionary to recognize these words
Sig Shooter, the pistol, we got it and Mossberg
You must can understand, that the trade rinse of the killin'
That hate rinse of the peelin' and that it gon' hurt your feelings
n*gga, what in the f*ck you mean, that we straight but we ain't bucked up?
sh*t, we the one on tape, and you buyin' it, tells me somethin'
It must not be important if you can get it off your chest
Just snatch it off, like [?] see what happens to you next
So check yourself, before I do, don't make me shoot that widow maker
My bullet got a name on, the name is "Haters & Trators"

[Verse 3: So Serious]
It's so many twisted-minded, crooked-faceded n*ggas in this game
Be a player, not a hater don't you disrespect the stain
Kinfolk live together, die together, no crosses in your [?]
Them hood critics make me smile, my timebomb releasin' a slug to they neck
It's bad, when you walkin' out your house you 'bout a fear
If this world that you live on is full of cross-outs
n*ggas hate to see you have thangs
Mane, ain't that a shame? You gotta' keep a player-hater n*gga in close range
So Serious steady comin' up, tryna get my ass in
Jealousy never scorin' out, wanna' be my friend
Thus shall help me, if my Lord separate the real from the fake
I can't be seen with no cross-outs, for goodness, sake
Straight as hell with these n*ggas 'cause I'm livin' with my folk
But now I'm stretchin' nationwide, they gon' damn near tote
Best friends all around, when you livin' on they [?]
Hate to see you, use your mind, shake the system like Chris [?]
He thinks he all this and he thinks he all that
Hell yeah, I'm the sh*t, as long as my pockets fat
Twisted-minded, indulgin', crooked, fakin' n*ggas
Player hatin' [?], tradin' ass b*tches, immitators
I'm puttin' you haters in my trunk, bury alive all you trators
[Verse 4: Playa Dre]
I'ma trooper in the mask, recognize, what I represent
High profile, player style, ghost smile what I flex
When I'm aimin' don't be claimin' that we straight, because we ain't
Haters and trators in disguise, jockin' my di*k [?]
Resurrectin', reappearin' infront of your eyes, takin' your nuts
Play the sucker - you get killed
Play the pus*y - you get f*cked
Ain't no duckin', when my pistol off a safety, it's to late, to try to break
I thought you knew, I said it before, it's Mista Playa Dre
n*ggas understand, if you down from the jump
Give me love, show me love, or fall a victim to the pump
Crossin' over, either the police ain't no fearin' in my business
'Cause somebody gon' tell the 4-11
So I'ma subtract the witness, scratchin' n*ggas off out my ana' book
What anger costs, they tossin' ass out
Sleepin' up in the past, that's a fast way to get knocked off
We not just out, grinnin' wit the Glizz'n'ocks upside your face
Bury them b*tches up under they sh*t, they talkin' and wish to player hate

[Outro]
Scrap b*tch, duck b*tch
Scrap b*tch, scrap b*tch
(Now I'm full of—now I'm full of—
Now I'm full of dope)
Scrap b*tch, scrap b*tch
Scrap b*tch, scrap b*tch
(Now I'm full of dope, now I'm full of dope
Now I'm full of dope, now I'm full of dope)
Scrap b*tch, duck b*tch
Scrap b*tch, scrap b*tch
(Now I'm full of dope, now I'm full of dope)