Gucci Mane - Shake Them Haters Off lyrics

[Intro] Yeahhh, chyeah, meowww Big Kitty Records, meowwww La Flare Entertainment I don't care about your tattoos n***a Got another n***a name tatto'd on you like you was a b**h I can't do that n***a (I can't do that dog) I'm too real, I f** with realest n***as How you gon get another n***a tattoo'd on your arm n***a? What you Lil Wayne n***a? n***a ain't even got no car [Chorus:] I shook dem haters off [16x] [Verse1 :] I'm the type of guy, hit the studio smoking dro And you the type of guy, in the O with none to smoke Now I'm the type of guy, hit the club and I make it rain And you the type of guy like, Cat buy me a chain I'm the type of guy, hit park and drop my top And you the type a guy, baby mamma at the bus stop Now I'm the type a guy, swing on you soon as I see you You got on them Dickies, I got on them Evisu's I'm the type of guy, keep money cause I be hustling Your the type of guy, I use to pay to tow my luggage And you the type of guy, hit the mall but window shopping Gucci can I be your hype man? hell nah you garbage [Chorus:] I shook dem haters off [16x] [Verse 2:] You the type of b**h. old as hell still trying to rap And I'm the type of n***a, young as hell and I run the trap Now your the type of freak, say lick your Georgia peach You married to a lame, and that lame don't won't no beef Now he the type of n***a that an old lame a** b**h would want Ain't never drank no beer, ain't never rolled no blunt Now she the type a girl, ain't got no a** on her back No Kirk ain't got no money I heard she f**ing cat Now Jace the kinda guy go both ways think I don't know I heard he f**ing Kirk in a** on the D-Lo Now Jace the kinda guy tell you, you gon make millions But he's a pedophile, on the low he f**ing children [Chorus:] I shook dem haters off [16x] [Verse 3:] Now your the type of guy, put a soldier rag on your stuff But let a n***a black your eye, n***a at yo prom Now you the type of guy rap about it but you don't live it And I'm the type of guy catching charges bout to go to prison Your the type of guy in a five year old jersey You say you got Grown Money but your ones so dirty Now your the type I look at like my lil sister A n***a black your eye and you, you had a pistol You're the type guy always talking bout pimping You claim you from Bankhead, but really yo a** from Griffin You the type of guy who never gon be sh** Ain't never gave you three dollars, I know you'd s** Cat dick [Chorus:] I shook dem haters off [16x] [Outro:Gucci Mane Talking] Yeah, Gucci Mane in the building man I just murked the track dog You feel me Blood in blood out we in the building dog Zone 6 la flare entertainment So Icey Entertainment dog We ain't letting sh** slide dog Right now I got a Vette dog I told em I don't even want a spare tire cause I ain't sparing anybody Nah mean? don't give me no radio cause I ain't played on the radio You feel me dog And on the real talk dog Let me talk about these n***as real quick dog These n***a shoes dirty as f** dog These n***as talk about they got pistols can't even buy bullets These n***as, I'm give you scenario fact It's like this, fact, I'm at the club, I'm performing You wanna beef with me? the difference is, it's like I wanna beef with him but Can you get Gucci Mane to get us through the door to beef with him Cause we ain't got no money to get in I mean I got like, 30 dollars, and Snead got no money And I got 30 dollars cause I robbed sneaker man for 2 pair of air force ones You b**h a** n***a, you's a broke n***a. with 100 dollar lick hitting a** n***a If you wanna step up to the plate n***a and get you some real beef and beef with a real n***a n***a I'm in East Atlanta n***a, Moreland Avenue all day every day n***a Riding around n***a, you'll see me in that yellow Vette, that candy red 74 Oldsmobile on 6s n***a my rims cost more than your whole life n***a, no money getting a** n***a n***a ain't never did a show, n***a ain't never got paid for a feature n***a you not really a rapper n***a, you like a n***a making demos n***a You had one mixtape n***a that sh** ain't did sh** n***a n***a you not known nobody knows you dog And guess what I'll call everybody name out except yours Nobody will never know you dog I swear Black who? oh you mean who? I'm gone dog, You better beef with them other n***as Cause I'm not a s**a dog, I'll ruin your motherf**ing grill, you b**h