Distance

[Verse 1: Juicy J] More money in my bank account Show prices going up, no discount One Academy Award, you can't just rule us out But I do want your bitch, I could use her mouth I'm selling CD's out the trunk, they still major From a shotgun house to a skyscraper But I'm still hood, Juicy keep one in the chamber No security, gang banger Trippy life, Xan in that dirty Sprite In the brand new Ferrari, running traffic lights I'm like my homie Big Sean, I do it Ball hard, got these hoes on my dick droolin' [Hook x2: Juicy J] I'm popping bottles by the case Just to see them haters' faces I'm throwing up them big faces Just to see them haters' faces I keep my Glock in all places Just to see them haters' faces Just to see them haters' faces Just to see them haters' faces [Bridge: Kyle] Hater please, keep your distance from me Keep your distance from me (yeah) [Hook x4] [Verse 2: Kyle] Okay, so fuck what you niggas thought I got fruit snacks in my cup I keep hoes all at my shows And the cutest ones on my cock I know everyone that you wanna know And flipped everything that you flopped Nigga I'm everything that you wanna be And be everywhere that you not It's good, misunderstood I'd hate me too That's why I go hard And thank god that I'm not you Look, basically you're lame to me Fuck everything that you say to me I mean, fuck is up? Like, what the fuck? If you don't fuck with me Then stay away from me Bottles by the cases Toast to all y'all hatin' Y'all gave me the motivation To turn me into a great me Now niggas wanna be me And bitches wanna date me And every time they see my face I make them haters face it What's up? [Hook x4] [Outro: Kyle] Hater please, keep your distance from me Keep your distance from me (yeah)