[Intro]
Whoa, Whoa
The Pushers
Yeah

[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Came out the room fresh
Dancin', diamonds on my neck
Middle finger to my ex
Bitch just tryna get a check
Saint Laurent on my body
Bubba got me feelin' godly
Robbie wit me, got the tommy
He'll make you do the Ricky Bobby
You was talkin' shit, she was on my dick
Mad I got the bitch, got up out the bitch
Now I got you sick, came up out the bitch
Rainin' on the wrist, damn it's obvious
All my n***as ready, bang
Kickin' ass and takin' names
Hit you with the yoga flame
These n***as thinkin' it's a game

[Bridge: Stevie Stone]
Whoa, all you do is hate, all you do is hate
Whoa, all you do is hate, all you do is hate