WHY U MAD
Why you mad, thinkin' 'bout the times we had
Devil on my fkn back
Pistol grip that's what she said
I don't care about the racks
Fantasizing bout' my past, baby tell me what you meant
Fuck you too bitch I'm the best
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Get the fuck up out my face if we ain't talkin' 'bout the bands
The way that they be hating, swear to god they just fans
I got all these fuckin' bands, I do my dance like running man
If that boy gon' wanna step to me I hit em' wit' the bam
Let's fight, let's fight, let's fight, he ain't coming back
He take that dirt nap and he ain't double back
I, damn, every fuckin' chance I get, you know i take it as a man
And they still out in the stands, I think i'm startin' to understand
Why you mad little hoe hhhmmm
I think you sad little hoe hhhmmm
I get the gas for the low, see my reflection off the dough
They askin' how I hit this flow? I leave these bitches wanting more
Why you mad, Why you mad, why you mad
Pussy put you in your bread, you cappin' come get yo' mans
Why these bitches jealous cause i'm finally inside my bag
Why these rappers dissin' me, they fragile break em' like some glass
Fkn bottle my problems I swear that i can be the same
Hunnid bands in my pocket i told that bitch, "get in the game"
I can't ever be this way how the fuck you know my name
I say you a dumb bitch get the fuck up out my way
Bitch i'm iced out, call me back, my mind is a cul-de-sac
Pipe down, I won't fight no pussy ass you fkn
I came up wit' a .223, make you dance bitch I do, do me
I know you can't understand it, but I swear i'm gon' be free
Why you mad, thinkin' 'bout the times we had
Devil on my fkn back
Pistol grip that's what she said
I don't care about the racks
Fantasizing bout' my past, baby tell me what you meant
Fuck you too bitch I'm the best
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, thinkin' 'bout the times we had
Devil on my fkn back
Pistol grip that's what she said
I don't care about the racks
Fantasizing bout' my past, baby tell me what you meant
Fuck you too bitch I'm the best
Devil on my fkn back
Pistol grip that's what she said
I don't care about the racks
Fantasizing bout' my past, baby tell me what you meant
Fuck you too bitch I'm the best
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Get the fuck up out my face if we ain't talkin' 'bout the bands
The way that they be hating, swear to god they just fans
I got all these fuckin' bands, I do my dance like running man
If that boy gon' wanna step to me I hit em' wit' the bam
Let's fight, let's fight, let's fight, he ain't coming back
He take that dirt nap and he ain't double back
I, damn, every fuckin' chance I get, you know i take it as a man
And they still out in the stands, I think i'm startin' to understand
Why you mad little hoe hhhmmm
I think you sad little hoe hhhmmm
I get the gas for the low, see my reflection off the dough
They askin' how I hit this flow? I leave these bitches wanting more
Why you mad, Why you mad, why you mad
Pussy put you in your bread, you cappin' come get yo' mans
Why these bitches jealous cause i'm finally inside my bag
Why these rappers dissin' me, they fragile break em' like some glass
Fkn bottle my problems I swear that i can be the same
Hunnid bands in my pocket i told that bitch, "get in the game"
I can't ever be this way how the fuck you know my name
I say you a dumb bitch get the fuck up out my way
Bitch i'm iced out, call me back, my mind is a cul-de-sac
Pipe down, I won't fight no pussy ass you fkn
I came up wit' a .223, make you dance bitch I do, do me
I know you can't understand it, but I swear i'm gon' be free
Why you mad, thinkin' 'bout the times we had
Devil on my fkn back
Pistol grip that's what she said
I don't care about the racks
Fantasizing bout' my past, baby tell me what you meant
Fuck you too bitch I'm the best
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, Why you mad
Why you mad, thinkin' 'bout the times we had
Devil on my fkn back
Pistol grip that's what she said
I don't care about the racks
Fantasizing bout' my past, baby tell me what you meant
Fuck you too bitch I'm the best
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Cairo Khaleel Weir
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