Mad Man

(Yo Vicky)

Mmm Mmmm

Bahh Bahh

Man he mad steady got him mad go dig up your bro
Shorty bad steady being sad, but I ain't chasing hoes
Get the bag, just so I can brag I just want some more
Pants they sag, glock up on my hip no you don't want it hoe

Zip his ass put him in a bag, and we gone ship his ass
To the Devil nigga
All the shit you talking it's gone make me crash
Straight to heaven nigga
You and your lil homie finna be some ash
Think you reckless nigga
Imma let you think man that shit won't last

Man he mad steady got him mad go dig up your bro
Shorty bad steady being sad, but I ain't chasing hoes
Get the bag, just so I can brag I just want some more
Pants they sag, glock up on my hip no you don't want it hoe

Man my youngin' full of pills he gone get rid of niggas
Why you talking like you knew me?
You don't know me nigga
And my gun is full of pills it's never sober nigga
On a Tee is where you be you think I'm playin' nigga
Put it up
Bitch you know it's up 'cause I don't play around
Lay him down
The bed is where he lay I throw the pillow now
Man him drown
That boy up in the lake no he ain't talking now
Think you down
With all that murder talk you better kill me now
Say what Bitch
Man quit hidin' like you pussy, come and do me some
Say you drove about that shit, but you ain't do me nun
Steady hidin' behind your partner man that's how you come
Bullet come you better chew 'em that everlasting gum

Zip his ass put him in a bag, and we gone ship his ass
To the Devil nigga
All the shit you talking it's gone make me crash
Straight to heaven nigga
You and your lil homie finna be some ash
Think you reckless nigga
Imma let you think man that shit won't last

Man he mad steady got him mad go dig up your bro
Shorty bad steady being sad, but I ain't chasing hoes
Get the bag, just so I can brag I just want some more
Pants they sag, glock up on my hip no you don't want it hoe

Shoot one too, caught the other lacking really do that dude
You gotta move smarter than you think, 'fore you be that dude
Whatchu do? Boy you ain't never slide whatchu talkin' fool
Make 'em move eviction out his house, we gone blow that dude

Zip his ass put him in a bag, and we gone ship his ass
To the Devil nigga
All the shit you talking it's gone make me crash
Straight to heaven nigga
You and your lil homie finna be some ash
Think you reckless nigga
Imma let you think man that shit won't last

Man he mad steady got him mad go dig up your bro
Shorty bad steady being sad, but I ain't chasing hoes
Get the bag, just so I can brag I just want some more
Pants they sag, glock up on my hip no you don't want it hoe



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Writer(s): Heritier George
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