Mad (feat. Kenny Mason & Jazz Ingram)
Bust a peace up
And get cash okay
Nigga link up
If you mad okay
I guess he mad
Okay
I guess he mad
Okay
I guess he mad
Okay
I guess he mad
Okay
Crept down the block
In my jetta windows up
So they can't see my eyes
Cause my window look like dust
Huh Huh Huh
You caught me at the wrong time
My dick in my hand
I don't give a damn
Bout whatever they selling
They got molly they got white
I got me an advance
Shawty threw me the cucci
It put me in a trance
I was singing like Lucci
And It put me in her pants
If these niggas keep hating
My niggas gon make em dance
They put 3 on his head
He was looking like chance
Whats on my neck though
Its a lot
And these niggas chat a lot 2
But I'm on they aux
Plus
His shorty like me
She be texting me alot
I be chilling avoid
The mess cause shit be spilling
Void the message
That shit hot
Send it later when I get faded
And make mistakes that I be hating
When I remember like 2 days later
And I got the answer to who up coming
I'm a stay humble and stack my paper
I can't smoke it if it aint paper
All my haters done turned to fans
And all my niggas done turned to haters
hate to say that I aint make it
But im just glad that im still here
Family home vision clear
Put it on momma
Aint shed no tears
I'm 19 aint got no fear
Aint got no fear
Got no
Bust a peace up
And get cash okay
Nigga link up
If you mad okay
I guess he mad
Okay
I guess he mad
Okay
I guess he mad
Okay
I guess he mad
Okay
And get cash okay
Nigga link up
If you mad okay
I guess he mad
Okay
I guess he mad
Okay
I guess he mad
Okay
I guess he mad
Okay
Crept down the block
In my jetta windows up
So they can't see my eyes
Cause my window look like dust
Huh Huh Huh
You caught me at the wrong time
My dick in my hand
I don't give a damn
Bout whatever they selling
They got molly they got white
I got me an advance
Shawty threw me the cucci
It put me in a trance
I was singing like Lucci
And It put me in her pants
If these niggas keep hating
My niggas gon make em dance
They put 3 on his head
He was looking like chance
Whats on my neck though
Its a lot
And these niggas chat a lot 2
But I'm on they aux
Plus
His shorty like me
She be texting me alot
I be chilling avoid
The mess cause shit be spilling
Void the message
That shit hot
Send it later when I get faded
And make mistakes that I be hating
When I remember like 2 days later
And I got the answer to who up coming
I'm a stay humble and stack my paper
I can't smoke it if it aint paper
All my haters done turned to fans
And all my niggas done turned to haters
hate to say that I aint make it
But im just glad that im still here
Family home vision clear
Put it on momma
Aint shed no tears
I'm 19 aint got no fear
Aint got no fear
Got no
Bust a peace up
And get cash okay
Nigga link up
If you mad okay
I guess he mad
Okay
I guess he mad
Okay
I guess he mad
Okay
I guess he mad
Okay
Credits
Writer(s): Kenny Mason
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