Make You Mad

Oh, this what we doing?
Alright
Uh huh... yeah
Phone blowin', Alright
(Mic check 1, 2)
Run It!
Phone blowin' up, told my hoes, I can't get with y'all
Should I cut this dope with flour or some Fentanyl
Ask yo bitch about me, I wear the biggest draws
Why you even talking to me, you the biggest fraud
On the block, wit that, tryna work on sumthin
Lyin' to my bitch, she probably think I'm at work or sumthin
Gun hitting on niggas, tryna flirt on sumthin
If you disrespect the dead, then we merkin' sumthin
Throwin' cash at a bitch, tell her twerk sumthin
The way she throwin' ass, I hope she don't hurt nuthin
Let me hit from this angle, yeah Kurt sumthin
I be moving so clean, I see the dirt coming
Put my feelings to the side, I see the hurt coming
Keep a gun on the side, when I lurk sumthin
Why you keep hitting up my line on that broke shit
This nigga think shit funny, telling jokes and shit
Yo bitch blowin' up my line, tryna smoke and shit
I might go for it, I wanna poke the bitch
Straight square, believe everything I told the bitch
I ain't even tryna take her, let me hold the bitch
Send her right back to you, you can hold the bitch

You know, like, let me hold her
And I'ma send her right back, then you hol-
Man fuck all that, I aint finna explain all that

Back in high school, I used to have a bitch cheat for me
I don't even know yo nigga, can you cheat for me?
You can get whatever you want, that shit cheap to me
Dirty dancin' in the sto', threw the cheeks on me
I'm tired of doggy yo bitch out, this shit getting too old
Old lady hit on me, she was TOO old
Jacket and pants vintage, this shit too old
You still asking niggas where they from, bro you too old!
Everybody named James, bitch I'm Too Cold
The way I'm livin' life, I need way more than 2 hoes
Shoot whenever I go, this a movie role
Put a strap on a nigga like a 2-year-old
Why yo baby momma wanna be my boo, thou?
My Spanish chick, always call me Papi Chulo
Got packs in the trap, the size of DoKnow
Aye, who bitch is this, built like a Churrio
I ain't got time to talk, when I text a hoe
Bitch do you wanna fuck... yes or no?
Nigga this straight GAS... Texico
Why the fuck you keep talkin', Them Techs will blow
You don't wanna see shit get technical
I can't get on your level, I'm ahead of you
I do this shit with no effort, I'm better than you?
I'll get a nigga smoked like some medical
I came in first, and they came last
Yeah, I run with the robbers, we'll take yo stash
I'll have my young'n slide thru in a Jason mask
He ain't gotta pull up and shoot, he'll chase yo ass
It's a hunnit ways to make a bag
I got all kind of shit, like a make-up bag
I like to say shit that make you mad
Like I only fuck hoes that hate they dad

Yea, you gotta run that back
You gotta run that back baaayyyybeeeeee
Yeah
Nigga I only fuck hoes that hate they dad
I like to say shit that Make You Mad
Bitch, Ha!



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Writer(s): Corey Dennis
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