MAD REMIX - Remix Version
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
Mad that I'm me
And their them
Do what they can't
Cuz I can
Built from the ground with my hands
Leave a bitch quick in the sand
I'm winning the game from the stands
Mad that I'm real and they're fake
Mad that my music gone bang
Mad bout the piece on my chain
Mad that I'm bringing the pain
And getting my gains
It drives them insane
I'm doin my thang
On crane
Leaving a stain on the H
Can't get a taste off my plate
I hear the hate from the gate
Light up the blunt to escape
Can't get a verse on my tape
Rollin they eyes
I'm slashing they tires
Crossing my Ts
Dottin they eyes
I'm tired of the lies
I'm making em cry and leaving em dry
Ion care if ya big mad
Or lil mad
If you ain't got no zig zag
No drig drag
Can't get a pass to six flags
But you can have a whole bag of whoop ass
I make em
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
These hoes stay mad at me
Shitting on these bitches is a bad habit
I'm a big bankroll and my bag laughin
Know a lot of goofy bitches in the past cappin
I am past acting
Why they mad at me
Cuz I am her and they know it
I'm poppin in places that I ain't go yet
These niggas mo thirsty than Kodak
Or prolly cuz they ain't touching my flow yet
Iono die mad
Can't fuck with my pen or my thigh pads
You don't even want the nigga with his Lying ass
I be looking in the mirror with my fine ass
You know I'm fine yea
He gon spend a bag on it
Still picking out shit with the tags on it
This pussy you can't put a pass on it
Just give me a beat ima Spazz on it
Run that bitch dash on it
I see why they mad now
I'm up in a half now
Got that from my mama
It's all In my genes you know that it's passed down dummy
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
Walk in the room hoes already sick of me
Killing bitches new face up on a white tee
Stay in the head they write about me in they diary
Run in yo mouth I don't deal with all that fuckery
Don't talk to bitches wanna beef you gotta pay a fee
I'm bout my bread like I'm shopping out a bakery
I'm on my bully shid
Let's go in fatally
And if I beat yo ass ima do it gracefully
So if a bitch want smoke ima stoner
Wrong bitch I'll send you to a donor
Keep a hoe sick longer than corona
The baddest bitch can't no other bitch clone her
Yea I'm big in they group talk
In real life I'm really what I give out
Tryna shit on me I leave a bitch pissed off
I'm just getting started baby this is just the kick off uh
Niggas mad cuz it's me and ain't them
Thick hips with a body on Kim
Big drip and it's always on swim and I keep these hoes mad cuz my light will never dim
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
Mad that I'm me
And their them
Do what they can't
Cuz I can
Built from the ground with my hands
Leave a bitch quick in the sand
I'm winning the game from the stands
Mad that I'm real and they're fake
Mad that my music gone bang
Mad bout the piece on my chain
Mad that I'm bringing the pain
And getting my gains
It drives them insane
I'm doin my thang
On crane
Leaving a stain on the H
Can't get a taste off my plate
I hear the hate from the gate
Light up the blunt to escape
Can't get a verse on my tape
Rollin they eyes
I'm slashing they tires
Crossing my Ts
Dottin they eyes
I'm tired of the lies
I'm making em cry and leaving em dry
Ion care if ya big mad
Or lil mad
If you ain't got no zig zag
No drig drag
Can't get a pass to six flags
But you can have a whole bag of whoop ass
I make em
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
These hoes stay mad at me
Shitting on these bitches is a bad habit
I'm a big bankroll and my bag laughin
Know a lot of goofy bitches in the past cappin
I am past acting
Why they mad at me
Cuz I am her and they know it
I'm poppin in places that I ain't go yet
These niggas mo thirsty than Kodak
Or prolly cuz they ain't touching my flow yet
Iono die mad
Can't fuck with my pen or my thigh pads
You don't even want the nigga with his Lying ass
I be looking in the mirror with my fine ass
You know I'm fine yea
He gon spend a bag on it
Still picking out shit with the tags on it
This pussy you can't put a pass on it
Just give me a beat ima Spazz on it
Run that bitch dash on it
I see why they mad now
I'm up in a half now
Got that from my mama
It's all In my genes you know that it's passed down dummy
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
Walk in the room hoes already sick of me
Killing bitches new face up on a white tee
Stay in the head they write about me in they diary
Run in yo mouth I don't deal with all that fuckery
Don't talk to bitches wanna beef you gotta pay a fee
I'm bout my bread like I'm shopping out a bakery
I'm on my bully shid
Let's go in fatally
And if I beat yo ass ima do it gracefully
So if a bitch want smoke ima stoner
Wrong bitch I'll send you to a donor
Keep a hoe sick longer than corona
The baddest bitch can't no other bitch clone her
Yea I'm big in they group talk
In real life I'm really what I give out
Tryna shit on me I leave a bitch pissed off
I'm just getting started baby this is just the kick off uh
Niggas mad cuz it's me and ain't them
Thick hips with a body on Kim
Big drip and it's always on swim and I keep these hoes mad cuz my light will never dim
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
Mad
These hoes be so fucking mad
These hoes be so fucking
Mad mad mad mad
Mad
I make these hoes mad
I make these hoes mad
Mad mad mad
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Writer(s): Kristen Sherrard
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