I'm Mad

Bambino real street nigga
So I gotta keep the tool on me
Bad bitch that can drool on me
Steady shitting where the stool for me
When pack the land pop perc like like a powerpack man who want?
In the kitchen wit a hot pot, got some crushed ice put a cool on it
18 wit a forgien whip know I had to go and put some 2s on it
I got the juice, I got the juice...
Look how a nigga just ooze on it
I got that pack I got the thrax
Wrap tight wit a noose on it
Plug call nigga who comin
Hit ya block take a poop on it
Cash out throw the duece on it
Paint wet threw a pool on it
Niggas hating off all of the shit that I'm making I go and put truth on it
I just do it put a swoosh on it
Chasing check needs blue hunnids, don't need no new homies, all I need is new money
I'm getting money like I'm mad
Take it out on ave
Drop the price on these niggas
Palm itch like a rash
Nigga stuck wit the frowny face like i care if fuck me
Everyday I smoke luxury everyday I live sucka free



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Writer(s): Travon Poole
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