We gon' celebrate this * tonight We gon' celebrate this * tonight, n***a Pull your tracks up, n***a We up, n***a Gangsta Rizzo Look, hunnid on my wrist 30 in that clip I'ma push one button, swear to God, top chest gon' flip Pink slips, no lips, nah * it, I'm for seats When this * drop, I ain't bout to be doin' no more peeps I don't like them n****s anyway I say, * them n****s every day When you see me, you don't see me, yeah, bitch, n***a, better look the other way Call of duty, this is not a game FNN, knock you out the frame Still gon' be here to do the same Big dog in the Phantom, hoggin' lanes * em' all, got on all the chains When legit, still thinkin' Kane N****s tryna count a n***a out Last time you seen a n***a count I don't like them n****s anyway I say, * them n****s every day I'm the type of n***a make a phone call Send them n****s in a Chevrolet Hey, I'm so faded Bottles gold-plated Tonight we celebrate it I'm most hated I'm so faded Bottles gold-plated Tonight we celebrate it I'm most hated Me on the voice and I'm hated the most Been with a slayer, we in war with a ghost Lied in the police department Denied that n***a was scared to go do a show We laugh in the winter It's easy to think you're not likin' the snow Brody be coppin', you know he a napkin You know he gon' brrrr, wipe in his nose Yeah, I be hearin' the rumor Like n****s be havin' me scared That * be havin' me dead N****s be askin' what happened to Virgil Like, n***a, what happened to Troy, your man? Brody the body, he look at me right in my eyes And he told me, you'd do it again Go on and hit, and you miss *, I bet you ain't grew from the rack And we not preachin' bout killers We tappin' them right on the back I'm from the rack Brody say, wifey, you pickin' me up, she gon' get in the back You listen to preachers and teachers You listen to all of your bitches, I listen to Yaks They want that bow Ayy, bro, throw on snow The city wanna hear that crack Hey, I'm so faded Bottles cold, plated Tonight we celebrate it I'm the most hated I'm so faded Bottles cold, plated Tonight we celebrate it I'm the most hated A celebration To the most hated Like Nods and Puffs You can hate me now But I won't stop now Snowman, I feel you This * talkin' done just matured with time