They Mad Now
All the racks on me nigga
This chain it AP
Cost me 90
Bands lil' nigga, so do not try me
That's a-, that's a body
My exotic
They say i'm a menace to society
They like MO3
Keep it low-key
Young nigga, but tell you I'm a OG
Don't smoke OG
Ho, you don't know me
If I catch a murder, one bitch know that's first degree
You know they heard of O3 for robbery
No burglary
I put dick on that ho
She need surgery
These niggas scared of me
I make 'em nervous, see
He lying in his interview like he ain't heard of me
But I'm like how, I'm rocking rollie AP like wow
I'm rocking diamonds shining bling blow
I'm in a mase lit up like a lamp
I'm rockin' Fila bought it out of Champs
Nigga went beef, I turn him to a cow
I make my hitta bring them choppas out
I'm in the city, who they talking 'bout?
I don't need a vouch
Oh, they're mad now
In my bag now
Mama be like
"Nigga, sit your ass down"
B-But I can't though
'Cause all these racks now
She toot that ass up
I beat that ass down
I got-, I got racks now
I count racks now
Y-Young nigga, and I'm on they ass now
In my bags now, that's why they mad now
Turn up in this bitch and bring them racks out
For them Jackboys
In them roll runners
Go tell them hoes it's finna be a cold summer
'Cause I'm icy now, feel like the snow coming
So now she wanna fuck
She thinks she onto something
Oh, you wanna fuck?
You think I forgot you ain't gimme your phone number?
So after I fuck, she getting ducked
I gave her the wrong number
Rollie on rollie, these diamonds dancing
I'm finna cop me a Wraith
Top floor of the condo
But I got a mansion
I'm getting dough out of state
Make a jelly gelato so I'm feeling fancy now
Ain't that a shame (shame!)
I was broke then a bitch and them bullshit muscle tees
My shirt had a stain (ew!)
Nappy head, hoe you need your hair did
On the low you let me fuck
I get your hair fixed
Oh, they're mad now
In my bag now
Mama be like
"Nigga, sit your ass down"
B-But I can't though
'Cause all these racks now
She toot that ass up
I beat that ass down
I got-, I got racks now
I count racks now
Y-Young nigga, and I'm on they ass now
In my bag now, that's why they mad now
Turn up in this bitch and bring them racks out
This chain it AP
Cost me 90
Bands lil' nigga, so do not try me
That's a-, that's a body
My exotic
They say i'm a menace to society
They like MO3
Keep it low-key
Young nigga, but tell you I'm a OG
Don't smoke OG
Ho, you don't know me
If I catch a murder, one bitch know that's first degree
You know they heard of O3 for robbery
No burglary
I put dick on that ho
She need surgery
These niggas scared of me
I make 'em nervous, see
He lying in his interview like he ain't heard of me
But I'm like how, I'm rocking rollie AP like wow
I'm rocking diamonds shining bling blow
I'm in a mase lit up like a lamp
I'm rockin' Fila bought it out of Champs
Nigga went beef, I turn him to a cow
I make my hitta bring them choppas out
I'm in the city, who they talking 'bout?
I don't need a vouch
Oh, they're mad now
In my bag now
Mama be like
"Nigga, sit your ass down"
B-But I can't though
'Cause all these racks now
She toot that ass up
I beat that ass down
I got-, I got racks now
I count racks now
Y-Young nigga, and I'm on they ass now
In my bags now, that's why they mad now
Turn up in this bitch and bring them racks out
For them Jackboys
In them roll runners
Go tell them hoes it's finna be a cold summer
'Cause I'm icy now, feel like the snow coming
So now she wanna fuck
She thinks she onto something
Oh, you wanna fuck?
You think I forgot you ain't gimme your phone number?
So after I fuck, she getting ducked
I gave her the wrong number
Rollie on rollie, these diamonds dancing
I'm finna cop me a Wraith
Top floor of the condo
But I got a mansion
I'm getting dough out of state
Make a jelly gelato so I'm feeling fancy now
Ain't that a shame (shame!)
I was broke then a bitch and them bullshit muscle tees
My shirt had a stain (ew!)
Nappy head, hoe you need your hair did
On the low you let me fuck
I get your hair fixed
Oh, they're mad now
In my bag now
Mama be like
"Nigga, sit your ass down"
B-But I can't though
'Cause all these racks now
She toot that ass up
I beat that ass down
I got-, I got racks now
I count racks now
Y-Young nigga, and I'm on they ass now
In my bag now, that's why they mad now
Turn up in this bitch and bring them racks out
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Writer(s): Melvin A Noble, Darius Jamal Ramsey
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