Mar F Blaze (M.A.D)
Aye, aye, what
Aye, aye, what
Fuck you Mad for Nigga
Aye Watts up Lavish
I know that you mad
And you sick, mad
Cause I'm in my bag
And I'm lit, aye, aye, aye
Pull do the dash
In the whip, skrt, skrt
I could tell you hatin'
Through the tints, yeah I know
I know that you mad
And you sick, mad
Cause I'm in my bag
And I'm lit, aye, aye, aye
Pull do the dash
In the whip, skrt, skrt
I could tell you hatin'
Through the tints, yeah I know
Tell me what you want
What you need
I been lit since
I was like sixteen
Brody got the, bltt
Mhm, With the beam
It's gone be a scary site
Run up on me
Double L forever
That's the team
I told my momma that I got her
She said please
Shawty give me top
Get on your knees
If I die today
I hope they member me
Never trust a soul, hell no
That's a fact, yeah, yeah
Aye, Love get you hurt
And get you whacked
Bitch I'm well know, well know
That's a fact, yeah, yeah
Double L, LND, We on the map
I know that you mad
And you sick, mad
Cause I'm in my bag
And I'm lit, aye, aye, aye
Pull do the dash
In the whip, skrt, skrt
I could tell you hatin'
Through the tints, yeah I know
I know that you mad
And you sick, mad
Cause I'm in my bag
And I'm lit, aye, aye, aye
Pull do the dash
In the whip, skrt, skrt
I could tell you hatin'
Through the tints, yeah I know
Taz
Yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I pull up, hop out, huh
Foreigns bikes out
Spanish mami
With the great mouth
Uh, yeah
The paper route
Huh, yeah
The safest route
Gun and butter
What they about
Could give a fuck
What they about
Put it down
And lay it out
Put it down
And weight it out
A lot of shit
I dont care about
Cause niggas ain't
Wanna hear me out
Now you niggas
Wanna hear me out
Look at me now
I'm cashing out
Ballin on 'em
I'm cashing out
Money calling
I'm cashing out
So much money
We spazzin' out
T A Z
Who they rap about
T A Z
Had to map it out
Now you see
How we map it out
This the real shit
That we rap about
Niggas is sick
What's that about
Go get the uh
I'm coming out
This shit is sick
We ballin' out
I know that you mad
And you sick, mad
Cause I'm in my bag
And I'm lit, aye, aye, aye
Pull do the dash
In the whip, skrt, skrt
I could tell you hatin'
Through the tints, yeah I know
I know that you mad
And you sick, mad
Cause I'm in my bag
And I'm lit, aye, aye, aye
Pull do the dash
In the whip, skrt, skrt
I could tell you hatin'
Through the tints, yeah I know
Aye, aye, what
Fuck you Mad for Nigga
Aye Watts up Lavish
I know that you mad
And you sick, mad
Cause I'm in my bag
And I'm lit, aye, aye, aye
Pull do the dash
In the whip, skrt, skrt
I could tell you hatin'
Through the tints, yeah I know
I know that you mad
And you sick, mad
Cause I'm in my bag
And I'm lit, aye, aye, aye
Pull do the dash
In the whip, skrt, skrt
I could tell you hatin'
Through the tints, yeah I know
Tell me what you want
What you need
I been lit since
I was like sixteen
Brody got the, bltt
Mhm, With the beam
It's gone be a scary site
Run up on me
Double L forever
That's the team
I told my momma that I got her
She said please
Shawty give me top
Get on your knees
If I die today
I hope they member me
Never trust a soul, hell no
That's a fact, yeah, yeah
Aye, Love get you hurt
And get you whacked
Bitch I'm well know, well know
That's a fact, yeah, yeah
Double L, LND, We on the map
I know that you mad
And you sick, mad
Cause I'm in my bag
And I'm lit, aye, aye, aye
Pull do the dash
In the whip, skrt, skrt
I could tell you hatin'
Through the tints, yeah I know
I know that you mad
And you sick, mad
Cause I'm in my bag
And I'm lit, aye, aye, aye
Pull do the dash
In the whip, skrt, skrt
I could tell you hatin'
Through the tints, yeah I know
Taz
Yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye
I pull up, hop out, huh
Foreigns bikes out
Spanish mami
With the great mouth
Uh, yeah
The paper route
Huh, yeah
The safest route
Gun and butter
What they about
Could give a fuck
What they about
Put it down
And lay it out
Put it down
And weight it out
A lot of shit
I dont care about
Cause niggas ain't
Wanna hear me out
Now you niggas
Wanna hear me out
Look at me now
I'm cashing out
Ballin on 'em
I'm cashing out
Money calling
I'm cashing out
So much money
We spazzin' out
T A Z
Who they rap about
T A Z
Had to map it out
Now you see
How we map it out
This the real shit
That we rap about
Niggas is sick
What's that about
Go get the uh
I'm coming out
This shit is sick
We ballin' out
I know that you mad
And you sick, mad
Cause I'm in my bag
And I'm lit, aye, aye, aye
Pull do the dash
In the whip, skrt, skrt
I could tell you hatin'
Through the tints, yeah I know
I know that you mad
And you sick, mad
Cause I'm in my bag
And I'm lit, aye, aye, aye
Pull do the dash
In the whip, skrt, skrt
I could tell you hatin'
Through the tints, yeah I know
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Writer(s): Tamar Fitzgerald
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