Mad Nah
What make this nigga think that he gone play up on my top
I load up all these Glocks and come shut down a nigga block
Them bullets penetrate and send his body up in shock
A stick up in this bitch no I ain't running with it stock
You mad nah? Oh he mad huh?
Should of thought about that shit when you was talking out yo ass
I'm bout to get it up in blood no I ain't trynna drop a bag
No I can't name a situation imma give that bitch a pass
Is you trynna do it with the hands or let the glizzy talk
You gone make me step up on a bitch and do my cruddy walk
Come and step up in designer feeling fancy when I walk
Nigga play up in this bitch I turn to Boosie set it off
Nigga talking shit like he with it lets not forget it
Pull up with some shit hold a fifty them titties pretty
Catch him on the interstate hit him and kill the engine
I don't give no fuck bout yo people I'm still gone send it
If I dive up in his shit I'm trynna break a nigga jaw
I been paranoid ass fuck I'm bout to pop another bar
If you looking for a nigga you can find me in that north
Or I might be in yo bushes posted up like what you thought
What make this nigga think that he gone play up on my top
I load up all these Glocks and come shut down a nigga block
Them bullets penetrate and send his body up in shock
A stick up in this bitch no I ain't running with it stock
You mad nah? Oh he mad huh?
Should of thought about that shit when you was talking out yo ass
I'm bout to get it up in blood no I ain't trynna drop a bag
No I can't name a situation imma give that bitch a pass
Send a hundred rounds no I don't care he with his bitch
Cath him outside with his click no we don't care bout who we hit
Like pitching I throw them bitches don't care he ready or no
My niggas they really with we loaded up with them Glocks
Catch him then we gone hit him up paramedics can't pick him up
Niggas ain't really sick as us they ain't no competitioners
Niggas ain't on no friendly shit play with me imma end a bitch
Fuck all that acting dumb and shit niggas know what I'm coming with
What make this nigga think that he gone play up on my top
I load up all these Glocks and come shut down a nigga block
Them bullets penetrate and send his body up in shock
A stick up in this bitch no I ain't running with it stock
You mad nah? Oh he mad huh?
Should of thought about that shit when you was talking out yo ass
I'm bout to get it up in blood no I ain't trynna drop a bag
No I can't name a situation imma give that bitch a pass
I load up all these Glocks and come shut down a nigga block
Them bullets penetrate and send his body up in shock
A stick up in this bitch no I ain't running with it stock
You mad nah? Oh he mad huh?
Should of thought about that shit when you was talking out yo ass
I'm bout to get it up in blood no I ain't trynna drop a bag
No I can't name a situation imma give that bitch a pass
Is you trynna do it with the hands or let the glizzy talk
You gone make me step up on a bitch and do my cruddy walk
Come and step up in designer feeling fancy when I walk
Nigga play up in this bitch I turn to Boosie set it off
Nigga talking shit like he with it lets not forget it
Pull up with some shit hold a fifty them titties pretty
Catch him on the interstate hit him and kill the engine
I don't give no fuck bout yo people I'm still gone send it
If I dive up in his shit I'm trynna break a nigga jaw
I been paranoid ass fuck I'm bout to pop another bar
If you looking for a nigga you can find me in that north
Or I might be in yo bushes posted up like what you thought
What make this nigga think that he gone play up on my top
I load up all these Glocks and come shut down a nigga block
Them bullets penetrate and send his body up in shock
A stick up in this bitch no I ain't running with it stock
You mad nah? Oh he mad huh?
Should of thought about that shit when you was talking out yo ass
I'm bout to get it up in blood no I ain't trynna drop a bag
No I can't name a situation imma give that bitch a pass
Send a hundred rounds no I don't care he with his bitch
Cath him outside with his click no we don't care bout who we hit
Like pitching I throw them bitches don't care he ready or no
My niggas they really with we loaded up with them Glocks
Catch him then we gone hit him up paramedics can't pick him up
Niggas ain't really sick as us they ain't no competitioners
Niggas ain't on no friendly shit play with me imma end a bitch
Fuck all that acting dumb and shit niggas know what I'm coming with
What make this nigga think that he gone play up on my top
I load up all these Glocks and come shut down a nigga block
Them bullets penetrate and send his body up in shock
A stick up in this bitch no I ain't running with it stock
You mad nah? Oh he mad huh?
Should of thought about that shit when you was talking out yo ass
I'm bout to get it up in blood no I ain't trynna drop a bag
No I can't name a situation imma give that bitch a pass
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