Oh You Mad
Mr get the bag
They got me started up, uh
Big backwood I'm finna spark it up
Oh that's your bitch you better guard her tough
You be policing these bitches with them hand cuffs
If you got your bands up go ahead and stand up
All that tough talking that's gon' get yo mans touched
I got a drum up on this gun bet it don't jam up
Somewhere plottin' on the Bentley or the Lamb truck
Aw shit, I'm back up on my shit again
Knock him down, 50 Cal hit many men, uh
Let the doors slide open on the minivan, uh
Hit him in the chest, made him do the diddy dance, uh
Even without the VVS's I still shine
You know this boss shit regular do it all the time
Crack the gates for the killas that's doin' hard time
Taking risks, I'm gamblin' with my life, I put it on the line
Oh they mad we gettin' money now
All these mufuckas' got they hand out actin' funny now
Oh you say you from that block, huh
Oh you ridin' around town in that foreign with that Glock, huh
Oh you say you got your cheese up
Oh you got a bad bitch all that ice make her freeze up
You smokin' gas rollin' trees up
But when it come down to runnin up that bag, can you keep up? uh
They got me started up, uh
Big backwood I'm finna spark it up
Oh that's your bitch you better guard her tough
You be policing these bitches with them hand cuffs
If you got your bands up go ahead and stand up
All that tough talking that's gon' get yo mans touched
I got a drum up on this gun bet it don't jam up
Somewhere plottin' on the Bentley or the Lamb truck
Aw shit, I'm back up on my shit again
Knock him down, 50 Cal hit many men, uh
Let the doors slide open on the minivan, uh
Hit him in the chest, made him do the diddy dance, uh
Even without the VVS's I still shine
You know this boss shit regular do it all the time
Crack the gates for the killas that's doin' hard time
Taking risks, I'm gamblin' with my life, I put it on the line
Oh they mad we gettin' money now
All these mufuckas' got they hand out actin' funny now
Oh you say you from that block, huh
Oh you ridin' around town in that foreign with that Glock, huh
Oh you say you got your cheese up
Oh you got a bad bitch all that ice make her freeze up
You smokin' gas rollin' trees up
But when it come down to runnin up that bag, can you keep up? uh
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Writer(s): Michael De Herrera
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