Aunts N Uncles

I know I did some things that's wrong

But still you gots to love me

So tell them haters they can keep on hating on

Cause I know they gots to love me

I got my carry on and ticket, my plane number 7

35 on a hundred, getting weed and while I drive

Let your bitch be trying to kick it

That's word from my homie

Get a shovel if you dig it,

I show her mr perfect, just to hit it over dinner

She fucking with them vets see them rings and we winners

They rookie over there, you say you don't fuck with beginners

You see, all these diamonds got you thinking of winter

And that's cold, game for you, let me roll a plane for you

No room for your drive, how I hug the lane on you

With no motorcycle, just my taylor guys

They smiling in our face, but hate it all inside

We just keep it cool and throw some pimping on

And ride to some shit we did last night

So cool, so fly, so taylor, [?] I'm high [?] or die

I know I did some things that's wrong

But still you gots to love me

So tell them haters they can keep on hating on

Cause I know they gots to love me

Ah, tell them all, fuck them all

I miss some shit I don't know how much it costs

In the game, playing hard

Them haters just trying to catch one of my bars

[?] I be shutting down mars

My iphone is full of important calls

Soon as I get on a song, I turn the booth to a star

And start shitting on niggers properly getting them figures

Got so much gin in my liver, doctors say I need a break

I'm rolling lots of weed and dropping chees on real estate

These niggers always say they real, but they ain't real, they fake

And I ain't never a fuck about they feelings

I just say, tell them all, fuck them all

These niggers lame they don't get no trust at all

In the game, playing hard

When niggers say some [?] take them all, yeah

I know I did some things that's wrong

But still you gots to love me

So tell them haters they can keep on hating on

Cause I know they gots to love me.