Mad in a Minute

Trust, trust, trust, trust, trust, trust
Alright, I guess
Okay, we're good, we're good, we're good, we're good, we're good

I aint gotta go brag
Shawty want grab from the back of my bag
I got some bands from the work of my hands
You wanna go spark then I got it its planned
Look
Nigga want talk about racks I got em larger they bust out my pants
I got some trapping shoes for the dance
I run around for the sight of the cash

These niggas want talk about cash then I got it
They wanna go play for the check oh they wylin
They wanna get bout it I see that we bout it
These niggas want talk on the low well dumb nigga im shouting

Back out a four a big ol wopounding
You think that im sleeping a youngin aint lousy
Been up for the cash since like 4 on the dot
In the ams my money starts counting

Watch how I get me a fountain
Fuck up the water, Put lean in the ground then
Ass lookin' fat like a mounding
Shorty want fuck in the back of the whip
My car endin' up in the pound then

Nigga, you think that you hot
Drop off a chart you aint seen then you pop?
You wanna talk about lots
Well look at the dreams that I got
They up and they shootin' the clock
Thinkin' I play with the rock

I up and I'm leavin' your mama distraught
Teach her that thing that you taught
I told my mama to love me a lot
I'm up by a nail like a fuckin' robot

See what I see like cyclops
My body different like what
My body different like yuh
Skeet on the beat like im dumb
Talkin bout father im son
Atomic a bomb im the one
Hydrogen atom in sun
Burn but the oxy turn up
Heat turn up thousand to none
Heat turn up thousand to none
I seen the light for a while
I seen the exit for miles
If you gon fight then we out
We got the party fanned out
We in the spot we be wild
I aint been laughing but smile
Joke on you homie you down
Make sure that shit ending doused
Gasoline all in my mouth
Gasoline all in my mouth
Cuz when I turn up these niggas gon think that im crazy
But really im flexing cuz I aint been changing
These movements gon make me look swazy
But trust and believe me dont fucking B rate me
Belief in a god that been dead
Sending out multiple shots
They touching down on the side of your head
These niggas gon need on a bed
Let em lay down for eternal they rest
Dummy gon think that he saved till he seeing my face
Now you know that these cards bein' played
Drugs got me feelin' I'm laced
Panic attacks on the side of my face
Bitch, you gon' say that I'm late
Really, I pull up so early the ams
Change time of the day
Feelin' the color, it's gray
Designer the Kapital, nigga, it's fate
You think that you got it
Okay
Hey
How you doin', my boy
Is you doin' okay

Look, I ain't gotta go brag
Shawty want grab from the back of my bag
I got some bands from the work of my hands
You wanna go spark then I got it its planned
Look, nigga won't talk about racks
I got them larger they bust out my pants
I got some trappin' shoes for the dance
I run around for the sight of the cash

And I ain't been mad in a minute
So excuse for me, miss, if I seem like I'm wicked
But bodying beats was the line
The point was the way I was fallin' behind
Life is a mission to go out and find
But fuck bitches trippin' with fuck-nigga vibes

Nigga gon think that I'm dissin'
I'm up here in skies that you wish you was swimmin' in
My world be the place that most niggas livin' in
Pussy boy, not givin' dividends

If you want start with your shit, then I'm finishin'
Slap cross the face, cause I'm menacing
Niggas gon' think that I'm crazy
A psycho, a denizen

Perc row had taught me to pop
Watch how I roll with my crew
And it's true we not middlemen
Seem like a body gon' drop
Seein' the news and the ambulance
Put that on citizen
It look like the addy got dropped
So we slidin' out, leavin' it
Burnin' it, chiefin' it
Then we gon' run from the cops
Nigga, I'm stupid
I'm wearin' this baggy clothes
For the glock
Turn me from 30 to 32
Belt holdin' onto my cloth
Nigga don't think that I dropped
On my way to the shop
Know that some shit gon' turn hot
Bitch, you a slut and a dub
I ain't got time to be fuckin' with bitches
That makin' a nigga act up
44 down on the block
Nigga gon think that I'm wildin'
But weapons get left when you chopped
Breakin' it down to the spot
We split up the hundreds into ones
In case the customer popped
Nigga don't think that he got it
He not
Nigga don't think that he hot
He lit up with lead on the spot
Dumbass to think if i upd it itd flop

Yeah
Uh
Cause I ain't gotta go brag
Shawty want grab from the back of my bag
I got some bands from the work of my hands
You wanna go spark then I got it its planned

Look, nigga won't talk about racks
I got them larger they bust on my pants
I got some trappin' shoes for the dance
I run around for the sight of the cash
Cash