Big Mad
Young A, ya dig
You Big Mad
Wit yo bitch ass
Live
You know
Fully loaded and focused
Live, yeah
Live keep em big mad
I'm giving you them big facts
Few pairs jays and a coupe
Got them big mad
30 in da ratchet
Get to dumping no kick back
You sweet homie
Split you like a Kit Kat
Never get ya bitch back
Have you milly rocking wit a shit bag
Glizzy get to popping like a tic tac
Turn ya Friday night into a mishap
You get that
You all about da click bait
I'm all about the click clack
Push a nigga shit back
Been sparing these niggas
But no chit chat
Tried to take a sip and he swallowed the whole six pack
Nigga you a dub dummy and don't get that
It's a whole lotta hate in ya blood that's why you big mad
My bitch got em big mad
My crib got em big mad
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Have u milli rocking wit a shit bag
My bitch got em big mad
My crib got em big mad
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Glizzy get to popping like a tic tac
A yo this shits sad
All these niggas big mad
Rolling up a big bag, yup
Smoked it in a zig-zag
Took your girl shopping
She brought home a gift bag
All you did was sit back
Told her take that shit back
I be going hamburger
They call me a Big Mac
I did real shows overseas
You never did that (Machete)
Even I was shocked
Looked around damn this shit packed
I was backstage people asking how you spit that
Told 'em I'm a beast
Now I see why you get mad
When y'all be walking by
I be feeling on your chicks ass
You ain't do nothing keep moving with your bitch ass
You don't want no smoke, nope
Fuck around and give you whiplash
You asking her for sex
She be like your shit trash
All you wanna do is 6 9 with your snitch ass
I know it must hurt you gotta kiss ass to get cash
Me I get it quick fast
You posted up at six flags
You big mad
My bitch got em big mad
My crib got em big mad
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Have u milli rocking wit a shit bag
My bitch got em big mad
My crib got em big mad
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Glizzy get to popping like a tic tac
Why you mad son tell em why you mad
Why you mad please tell em why you mad
Why you mad son tell em why you mad
Cuz your bitch got away wasn't part of the plan whoa
Why you mad son tell em why you mad
Why you mad son tell em why you mad
Why you mad please tell em why you mad
Cuz your bitch got away wasn't part of the plan whoa
My bitch got em big mad
My crib got em big mad
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Have u milli rocking wit a shit bag
My bitch got em big mad
My crib got em big mad
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Glizzy get to popping like a tic tac
On yo bitch ass
You Big Mad
Wit yo bitch ass
Live
You know
Fully loaded and focused
Live, yeah
Live keep em big mad
I'm giving you them big facts
Few pairs jays and a coupe
Got them big mad
30 in da ratchet
Get to dumping no kick back
You sweet homie
Split you like a Kit Kat
Never get ya bitch back
Have you milly rocking wit a shit bag
Glizzy get to popping like a tic tac
Turn ya Friday night into a mishap
You get that
You all about da click bait
I'm all about the click clack
Push a nigga shit back
Been sparing these niggas
But no chit chat
Tried to take a sip and he swallowed the whole six pack
Nigga you a dub dummy and don't get that
It's a whole lotta hate in ya blood that's why you big mad
My bitch got em big mad
My crib got em big mad
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Have u milli rocking wit a shit bag
My bitch got em big mad
My crib got em big mad
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Glizzy get to popping like a tic tac
A yo this shits sad
All these niggas big mad
Rolling up a big bag, yup
Smoked it in a zig-zag
Took your girl shopping
She brought home a gift bag
All you did was sit back
Told her take that shit back
I be going hamburger
They call me a Big Mac
I did real shows overseas
You never did that (Machete)
Even I was shocked
Looked around damn this shit packed
I was backstage people asking how you spit that
Told 'em I'm a beast
Now I see why you get mad
When y'all be walking by
I be feeling on your chicks ass
You ain't do nothing keep moving with your bitch ass
You don't want no smoke, nope
Fuck around and give you whiplash
You asking her for sex
She be like your shit trash
All you wanna do is 6 9 with your snitch ass
I know it must hurt you gotta kiss ass to get cash
Me I get it quick fast
You posted up at six flags
You big mad
My bitch got em big mad
My crib got em big mad
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Have u milli rocking wit a shit bag
My bitch got em big mad
My crib got em big mad
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Glizzy get to popping like a tic tac
Why you mad son tell em why you mad
Why you mad please tell em why you mad
Why you mad son tell em why you mad
Cuz your bitch got away wasn't part of the plan whoa
Why you mad son tell em why you mad
Why you mad son tell em why you mad
Why you mad please tell em why you mad
Cuz your bitch got away wasn't part of the plan whoa
My bitch got em big mad
My crib got em big mad
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Have u milli rocking wit a shit bag
My bitch got em big mad
My crib got em big mad
My chips got em big mad
My whip got em big mad
Fuck y'all niggas chit chat
I'll blow y'all niggas shit back
Ya dig that
Glizzy get to popping like a tic tac
On yo bitch ass
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