mad

Wanted to hang
Now you're just sittin' there mad (sitting there mad)
What was that?
Told me you went to my past (pull up)

Chasing the bags more
Wanted a digital dashboard
You hitting the backboard
I had 'em come in the back door

Wanted to hang
Now you're just sittin' there mad (sitting there mad)
What was that?
Told me you went to my past (pull up)

Chasing the bags more
Wanted a digital dashboard
You hitting the backboard
I had 'em come in the back door

Yeah
Damn bright lights
That boy too fat, need a night light
One shot to the head leave 'em night night
Police sirens gon' bye bye
Yeah, he mad' then a bitch
I got a fucker here talking 'bout lists
I know he hidin' I know that he wish
That I cannot find him, I know that he pissed off
Yeah, I know that he mad
'Cause he gon' sit around cry like that
Ain't whippin' around in a ride like that
That boy ain't really livin' high like that
I can see why he envy us
That mo'fucker too envious, yeah
(?), yeah
(?), huh, yeah

Wanted to hang
Now you're just sittin' there mad (sittin' there mad)
What was that?
Told me you went to my past (pull up)

Chasing the bags more
Wanted a digital dashboard
You hitting the backboard
I had 'em come in the back door

Wanted to hang
Now you're just sittin' there mad (sittin' there mad)
What was that?
Told me you went to my past (pull up)

Chasing the bags more
Wanted a digital dashboard
You hitting the backboard
I had 'em come in the back door

Y-yeah
(?), but I'm countin' racks
Pull up to the, to the dash, watch my headlights flash
You cannot chop it up, this time we getting on yo' ass
It's gettin' floody need a moppy and a body bag
I scanned my fake ID like super fast
So I just copped a six-pack
Got my brain wrapped up like mommy man
Trojan horse I walk in like we cool then let my buddies past
You don't want no static but you burnin' like we smoking pack

Wanted to hang
Now you're just sittin' there mad (sittin' there mad)
What was that?
Told me you went to my past (pull up)

Chasing the bags more
Wanted a digital dashboard
You hitting the backboard
I had 'em come in the back door

Wanted to hang
Now you're just sittin' there mad (sittin' there mad)
What was that?
Told me you went to my past (pull up)
Chasing the bags more
Wanted a digital dashboard
You hitting the backboard
I had 'em come in the back door



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Joseph Polk, Ulysses Drenik, Israel Zuniga
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