Mad

Thought you knew better, guess you didn't
Blowing up my phone, why you trippin?, trip
Ya scrollin' down my gram, you see I'm litty, she's lit
This ain't nothing new, I been the shit, yeah

I got the juice
I got these other niggas out here wishing that they could be you, yea,yea
Ain't no replacing, baby boy, just face it
You know I'm the truth
Nah, it ain't ya place, Aw yeah
Ain't got no time to play
Send a whole lot of texts but I don't reply
Think you slick? That's yo car parked right outside side
But that's okay, I'm cool on you, cool on you, ha, tuh
Bet you hate when I pull a you on you, woah

Why you mad? Oh, you mad? What you mad fa?, but you mad
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean, Bitch I'm bad, yeah, oh, yeah, I'm bad
Peep the swag, You can see I'm in my bag, yo, swag,swag,swag,swag
In my bag, why you mad? Just get glad hoe

Uh, look
I got the juice, juice
I got these other niggas out here wishing that they could be you
Keep it a buck, I'm just telling the truth
I ain't gone say you can't be my lil boo
You know that I'm stingy, don't like how you move
But keep it in mind, ion care what you do
I know why you mad, see me flex in the booth like, uh

Uh, uh, uh
Got me losing my mind
Don't like wasting my time
You know that you should be mine
I'ma dollar, what's a dime
Light shining like a lime
Got me wanting something different
I ain't tripping
You know I be dripping
I ain't even got to front

Why you mad? Oh, you mad? What you mad fa'?, what, you mad
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean, you know I'm bad, you know I'm bad, yeah
Peep the swag, you can see I'm in my bag, yeah
Oh, you mad? Why you mad? Just get glad hoe, yeah

Is it cause I got the sauce?, I got the juice
Got you wishing, thinking it should be you
It could be you, but it ain't
Did everything they said I can't do
Mad I'm dripping like paint
You don't do nothing but hate
I'm laughing at you in the bank
Maybe you should get a hobby or something
You spend way too much time, watching me, stunting
You ain't really on that tip, you be fronting
Got you big mad, I'm pushing all your buttons, like

Why you mad, Why you mad, What you mad for
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean, you know I'm bad
You know I'm bad yeah
Peep the swag, you can see I'm in my bag, yeah
Why you mad? Just get glad hoe, yeah, oh, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah
Why you mad? Just get glad hoe



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Writer(s): Ashley Rose
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