Mad Dog
Trapping all black in the passenger
Grabbing the pack and I'm
Wrapping the bag up again
Clap when you back in the Altima
Have it, but I'mma be back in the back of the Benz
I'm rapping again
You capping again
She told me she waiting 'til marriage
I'm wasting my time so I told her what's happening then
That's all that happened, I'm not Eminem
I'm not heaven sent
Got no common sense
I thought I'd repent
My fit would offend
I'm sipping the wine while they play up the bread
I pray they don't take me to God when I'm dead
Ballad of a mad man, I ain't ever talking to her dad man
I'm just tryna hit her 'cause she bad, man
Hit her from the back in a black van
Sprinter matted out like a trash can
Put her in the ground like a badge with a black man
Got a couple pounds in the pack, man
Got a couple rounds in the MAC-10
Walk around the back, no sound, no mask, no crowd, just money
And I feel like batman (Yuh)
And I pop these pills like pac man (Yuh)
And I fold that bitch like a bad hand (Yuh)
And I got them bills in a fat band (Huh)
Boutta shoot him in the back like an ass man (Huh?)
Made a fat man run
Made a bad fan cum
Man, her ass not that big
Goddamn was
And the facts not that big
Goddamn bruh
Probably flex on Snap with a half gram bud
(whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
When Virgil died I drank a full Mad Dog
Alright I admit it was two Mad Dogs
Walk outta Louis with new tags on
Need the Off-White with the blue tag on
Fuck it I'mma make a new rap song
Beatmaker saying it's who's rap song?
Fucking producer wants who's tags on?
Get a band and make a boom bap song
Fuck it I'mma say it, who's rap god?
Fuck it I'mma say it, who's Matt Ox?
Too many drugs I got two bags on
Never found love I got two bad broads
Bitch in my bed with her shoes half off
Fuck OnlyFans, got her nudes half off
Twenty a gram, but for you, half off
Sometimes I feel like I'm two halves God
I got my money in four fat stacks
One for the drugs in my Coach backpack
One for when I get my hoe tax back
One for designer, the most at that
One so my family get up and we get the type of money no one can laugh at
I just want all of my family to get that Mercedes
It's so matte black
I got my money in four fat stacks
Money in hundreds in no bank, bitch
I got a gun so get back, back, back
I'm getting money it's so dangerous
Don't know what you got in that trap bag
But I got money in mine, say shit
You put some twenties on that snapback
I put four hundred on mine, fake this
Only want bitches with no facelift
I don't want her if she so basic
All of my fits are gon' make statements
Always been itching to go famous
I want some Rollies with gold cases
I want some Pateks with bold faces
I want a house with a whole maid list
I don't want money in slow payments
When Virgil died I drank a full Mad Dog
Alright I admit it was two Mad Dogs
Walk outta Louis with new tags on
Need the Off-White with the blue tag on
Fuck it I'mma make a new rap song
Beatmaker saying it's who's rap song?
Fucking producer wants who's tags on?
Get a band and make a boom bap song
Fuck it I'mma say it, who's rap god?
Fuck it I'mma say it, who's Matt Ox?
Too many drugs I got two bags on
Never found love I got two bad broads
Bitch in my bed with her shoes half off
Fuck OnlyFans, got her nudes half off
Twenty a gram, but for you, half off
Sometimes I feel like I'm two halves God
Grabbing the pack and I'm
Wrapping the bag up again
Clap when you back in the Altima
Have it, but I'mma be back in the back of the Benz
I'm rapping again
You capping again
She told me she waiting 'til marriage
I'm wasting my time so I told her what's happening then
That's all that happened, I'm not Eminem
I'm not heaven sent
Got no common sense
I thought I'd repent
My fit would offend
I'm sipping the wine while they play up the bread
I pray they don't take me to God when I'm dead
Ballad of a mad man, I ain't ever talking to her dad man
I'm just tryna hit her 'cause she bad, man
Hit her from the back in a black van
Sprinter matted out like a trash can
Put her in the ground like a badge with a black man
Got a couple pounds in the pack, man
Got a couple rounds in the MAC-10
Walk around the back, no sound, no mask, no crowd, just money
And I feel like batman (Yuh)
And I pop these pills like pac man (Yuh)
And I fold that bitch like a bad hand (Yuh)
And I got them bills in a fat band (Huh)
Boutta shoot him in the back like an ass man (Huh?)
Made a fat man run
Made a bad fan cum
Man, her ass not that big
Goddamn was
And the facts not that big
Goddamn bruh
Probably flex on Snap with a half gram bud
(whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)
When Virgil died I drank a full Mad Dog
Alright I admit it was two Mad Dogs
Walk outta Louis with new tags on
Need the Off-White with the blue tag on
Fuck it I'mma make a new rap song
Beatmaker saying it's who's rap song?
Fucking producer wants who's tags on?
Get a band and make a boom bap song
Fuck it I'mma say it, who's rap god?
Fuck it I'mma say it, who's Matt Ox?
Too many drugs I got two bags on
Never found love I got two bad broads
Bitch in my bed with her shoes half off
Fuck OnlyFans, got her nudes half off
Twenty a gram, but for you, half off
Sometimes I feel like I'm two halves God
I got my money in four fat stacks
One for the drugs in my Coach backpack
One for when I get my hoe tax back
One for designer, the most at that
One so my family get up and we get the type of money no one can laugh at
I just want all of my family to get that Mercedes
It's so matte black
I got my money in four fat stacks
Money in hundreds in no bank, bitch
I got a gun so get back, back, back
I'm getting money it's so dangerous
Don't know what you got in that trap bag
But I got money in mine, say shit
You put some twenties on that snapback
I put four hundred on mine, fake this
Only want bitches with no facelift
I don't want her if she so basic
All of my fits are gon' make statements
Always been itching to go famous
I want some Rollies with gold cases
I want some Pateks with bold faces
I want a house with a whole maid list
I don't want money in slow payments
When Virgil died I drank a full Mad Dog
Alright I admit it was two Mad Dogs
Walk outta Louis with new tags on
Need the Off-White with the blue tag on
Fuck it I'mma make a new rap song
Beatmaker saying it's who's rap song?
Fucking producer wants who's tags on?
Get a band and make a boom bap song
Fuck it I'mma say it, who's rap god?
Fuck it I'mma say it, who's Matt Ox?
Too many drugs I got two bags on
Never found love I got two bad broads
Bitch in my bed with her shoes half off
Fuck OnlyFans, got her nudes half off
Twenty a gram, but for you, half off
Sometimes I feel like I'm two halves God
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Writer(s): Mason Khalil
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