Make Em Mad

Bitch i hit the mall I'm popping tags
Slap yo ass bring my gun for yo pops and yo dad
Rocking real ice boy you niggas ain't got no bag
I want a double r n the city make these niggas mad
You a bitch i ain't just speaking on the past
Took his bitch now he mad
Got her up here shaking ass
This real life run it down until it crash
Na i ain't holding back
Put the tough times in the past

You a acting ass nigga main cast
Got bitches doing nasty shit without asking
Fuck a stylist i got a taste in fashion
I do this rap shit with a passion i really speak you niggas be out acting
If its smoke then its smoke drop the addy bitch
I ain't rocking with niggas who ain't bout they cabbage bitch
I want an ap not a patek for the wrist
I step in the spot got these hoes drowning in this bitch
Say something drop a nigga like a pallet in this bitch
Pops whipped it til its done he need a roley for the wrist
What I'm smoking in this wood you wouldn't dare hit this
I'm sipping yellow today now my cup looking like piss
Call me usher we was fucking the same chick
She running coming back to me calling you a lick
I just dropped a couple bands on bape and balenci fits
I might fuck around and drop a couple bands on a pit

Bitch i hit the mall I'm popping tags
Slap yo ass bring my gun for yo pops and yo dad
Rocking real ice boy you niggas ain't got no bag
I want a double r in the city make these niggas mad
You a bitch I ain't just speaking on the past
Took his bitch now he mad
Got her up here shaking ass
This real life run it down until it crash
Na i ain't holding back
Put the tough times in the past



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Writer(s): Elijah Johnson
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