Big K.R.I.T., Slim Thug - Now and Then lyrics

Yo… that hatin' shit is contagious, pimpin’
Ain’t really no vaccine for that shit either
Niggas out here talkin’ down
Niggas need to be out here tryin’
To get they own money
Congratulate a player every once in a while
You dig? Every now and then you’ve got to
Just ball on these niggas

Every now and then you’ve gotta pimp
Every now and then you’ve gotta ball
Every now and then you’ve gotta clean up
Blow a scene up high-beamed up
TV screened up and sit tall
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really thing I’m
Listenin’ to that hate
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I hear you over bass
Take that shit up with my trunk

Try not to flatter yourself
I see through niggas like glass
Why the fuck’d you shatter yourself?
On a mission for scrilla
Chinchilla coats for the winter
I buy a crib with the pillars
And sit that ho in the villa
Vanilla bucket seats, with a busty freak
That fuck with me
She bob on top, but a nigga like you
She just can’t fuck for free
Well on the late night
I’m a great white in a shark tank
Your heart pump Kool-Aid on
These groupie hoes, my heart can’t
Your boat sank so long ago
Your crew been jumped off
My shit sell ‘cause I stay afloat
I dodged some icebergs on these chrome
Rims just to float some more
Motherfuck your life, fish
Y’all niggas act like I ain’t float before
Hold that thought, hold my coat
Nigga ‘cause

Every now and then you’ve gotta pimp
Every now and then you’ve gotta ball
Every now and then you’ve gotta clean up
Blow a scene up high-beamed up
TV screened up and sit tall
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really thing I’m
Listenin’ to that hate
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I hear you over bass
Take that shit up with my trunk

I can’t hear you, haters
I can’t see you fakers
You’re in my rearview and the
Bass got it shakin’ always talkin’ down
Let’s talk about what you makin’
And what records you breakin’
To have this conversation
Where you live, what you drive
What’s in your bank account?
Your jive-ass 9-5 ain’t matchin’ my amount
I count my cars, count my broads
If you could count you’d
Know I’m living large
Menage with two TV stars
You dream about everything that’s ours
Hater, hatin’ on my gifts from God
Only gon’ block your gifts from God
So stop actin’ fraud
Congratulate and give me my award
Work hard an one day you’ll get your card

Every now and then you’ve gotta pimp
Every now and then you’ve gotta ball
Every now and then you’ve gotta clean up
Blow a scene up high-beamed up
TV screened up and sit tall
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really thing I’m
Listenin’ to that hate
Take that shit up with my trunk
If you really think I hear you over bass
Take that shit up with my trunk