Fitted Hat Low

[Intro:]I got the Armani's, got the Versace jointsMy fitted cap low, let me put my hater blockers onPapoose Pa-poose[Chorus:]I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my fitted hat on my face (My face)Why you all up in my space (My space)I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)[Verse 1:]I wear a mean dark pair of shadesAnd you can't see my eyes unless my head bentIt's about to be a cold winter, I'm on some s***Show you how to rob the industry like 50 centHopped on the airplane, hit Miami quickLinked up with Scott Storch, so you know it's a hitEverybody lookin for me like where Pap went?Going going going gone, I'm outta here b****Look at shorty over there, she thick like quickBut she got her breasts done, she thinks she slickYeah, all the girls with the real hairYeah, the real chest and the ill rearEven if it ain't real, I ain't hating on itUh! It's still yours cause you paid for itGet your weight up not your hate up and see me after you got it upI'm clockin ya, Versace shades watchin ya[Chorus:]I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my fitted hat on my face (My face)Why you all up in my space (My space)I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)[Verse 2:]My groove, come get into my grooveWalk through the industry doing what I chooseMy chain hit your girl in the face, she 'gon bruiseSo when I'm on top, I take off my jewelsFour hundred songs, what more can I proveVersatile, I'm hardcore, but I'm smoothCop new hammers and give them to my goonsNone of y'all crews don't want it with my dudesThe throwback Mike's, black and gray pairNot those, the suede pairHad that '07 leather in '06I switch it up every yearSince it's 07, I'm copping my '08 gearThey don't face fight, when I pull out the thirty eight hereMake the doctor press down on your chest and say CLEAR!Sucker punched you fast and say they ain't careThey can't swing on me, I weave like fake hair[Chorus:]I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my fitted hat on my face (My face)Why you all up in my space (My space)I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)[Verse 3:]Count my money once, I count my money twiceThen I count it again to make sure it's rightI keep my guns dirty, and my jewelry plainCause fly b****es love gangstas, nah mean!?I know y'all shades is fake, but not these y'allArmani, Vioni, Versace, her body like HalleShe probably think she got me, but not meMa please I bet you I can make her feel like a virginI bet you I can make her scream like a virginAnd her p****smells good, I said itCause she a clean version like a radio editBut it's all about the clothes, the homes, the hot carsLooking through my shades, it's easy to spot yaRock ya to sleep, then drop y'allSeen alot of stars get rocked, that's why I call them rockstars[Chorus:]I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out)I got my fitted hat on my face (My face)Why you all up in my space (My space)I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)