Gucci Mane - Shook Them Haters Off (Big Cat Diss) Lyrics
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    Shook Them Haters Off (Big Cat Diss)

    [Intro]
    Yeahhh, chyeah, meowww
    Big Kitty Records, meowwww
    La Flare Entertainment
    I don't care about your tattoos nigga
    Got another nigga name tatto'd on you like you was a bitch
    I can't do that nigga (I can't do that dog)
    I'm too real, I fuck with realest niggas
    How you gon get another nigga tattoo'd on your arm nigga?
    What you Lil Wayne nigga? nigga 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 bitch. old as hell still trying to rap
    And I'm the type of nigga, 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 nigga that an old lame ass bitch would want
    Ain't never drank no beer, ain't never rolled no blunt
    Now she the type a girl, ain't got no ass on her back
    No Kirk ain't got no money I heard she fucking cat
    Now Jace the kinda guy go both ways think I don't know
    I heard he fucking Kirk in ass on the D-Lo
    Now Jace the kinda guy tell you, you gon make millions
    But he's a pedophile, on the low he fucking 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 nigga black your eye, nigga 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 nigga 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 ass from Griffin
    You the type of guy who never gon be shit
    Ain't never gave you three dollars, I know you'd suck 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 shit 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 niggas real quick dog
    These nigga shoes dirty as fuck dog
    These niggas talk about they got pistols can't even buy bullets
    These niggas, 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 bitch ass nigga, you's a broke nigga. with 100 dollar lick hitting ass nigga
    If you wanna step up to the plate nigga and get you some real beef and beef with a real nigga
    Nigga I'm in East Atlanta nigga, Moreland Avenue all day every day nigga
    Riding around nigga, you'll see me in that yellow Vette, that candy red 74 Oldsmobile on 6s
    Nigga my rims cost more than your whole life nigga, no money getting ass nigga
    Nigga ain't never did a show, nigga ain't never got paid for a feature
    Nigga you not really a rapper nigga, you like a nigga making demos nigga
    You had one mixtape nigga that shit ain't did shit nigga
    Nigga 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 niggas
    Cause I'm not a sucka dog, I'll ruin your motherfucking grill, you bitch

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