Mad (feat. Bigbandzz Jay)
Yeah
Keep me a pole whenever I walk
X that boy out just like its the chalk
These nigga bitches they just like to talk
And he ain't no gangster that lil' nigga flaw
When I step in that booth give that shit my all
caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart
And I'm back on the beat and I move too fast
And these hoes wanna fuck I cannot go out sad
And I'm fightin' this case i got 12 on my ass
And these nigga be bitches slap em' with the mag
Put a bag on his head I don't give no fuck
Got your hoe in the spot and she suckin' it up
I been told you lil niggas so I'm runnin' it up
Fuck nigga I done fell in love
Put 5 in his back oh this shit gettin' wicked
I'm in love with the gat but i might use the sticky
Oh he talkin' crazy I go grab the glizzy
Oh he talkin' crazy must be off of Stizzy
When I see opp my trigger happy its grining
I been gettin' big bands feel like jay cause I'm winning
They say you takin' off I don't think that you landing
Can't fuck with these bitches they out here and fanning
So I said fuck it and ran me up a bag
Why you talkin' crazy? We shot at ya dad
And I fucked on his hoe this lil' nigga so mad
Yeah I do dog shit but I be in them cats
hollon on pussy nigga talkin' fast
Catch you at the store we on your ass
Pussy nigga why you actin' mad
Pussy nigga we dump the mag
Go out with the bang tryna leave a stain
Put him on the tee tryna play the game
I can not go for minimum wage
Them niggas was sleepin' now I got a name
Put a bag on the head I don't give a fuck
We showin' up yo block like pussy better duck
Flop flop flop we poppin' them cuts
Nigga wants to smoke tell him try his luck
Put a bag on the shit talk about me you know that I flip
Speakin' again you wanna be dead
Catch me a opp all I see is red
Yeah the Glock it's automatic
I heard it's up I heard it steady
Hella greens I'm countin' cabbage
send the blitz we playin' Madden
Keep me in pole whenever I walk
Heard he dissin' on my gang
So his dumb ass get hit with chopp
Hit him don't make him stop
Make his ass do milly rock
Slap him out with fire
Since this bitch like to talk
Keep me a pole whenever I walk
X that boy out just like its the chalk
These nigga bitches they just like to talk
And he ain't no gangster that lil' nigga flaw
When I step in that booth give that shit my all
Caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart
Caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart
Caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart
Caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart
Keep me a pole whenever I walk
X that boy out just like its the chalk
These nigga bitches they just like to talk
And he ain't no gangster that lil' nigga flaw
When I step in that booth give that shit my all
caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart
And I'm back on the beat and I move too fast
And these hoes wanna fuck I cannot go out sad
And I'm fightin' this case i got 12 on my ass
And these nigga be bitches slap em' with the mag
Put a bag on his head I don't give no fuck
Got your hoe in the spot and she suckin' it up
I been told you lil niggas so I'm runnin' it up
Fuck nigga I done fell in love
Put 5 in his back oh this shit gettin' wicked
I'm in love with the gat but i might use the sticky
Oh he talkin' crazy I go grab the glizzy
Oh he talkin' crazy must be off of Stizzy
When I see opp my trigger happy its grining
I been gettin' big bands feel like jay cause I'm winning
They say you takin' off I don't think that you landing
Can't fuck with these bitches they out here and fanning
So I said fuck it and ran me up a bag
Why you talkin' crazy? We shot at ya dad
And I fucked on his hoe this lil' nigga so mad
Yeah I do dog shit but I be in them cats
hollon on pussy nigga talkin' fast
Catch you at the store we on your ass
Pussy nigga why you actin' mad
Pussy nigga we dump the mag
Go out with the bang tryna leave a stain
Put him on the tee tryna play the game
I can not go for minimum wage
Them niggas was sleepin' now I got a name
Put a bag on the head I don't give a fuck
We showin' up yo block like pussy better duck
Flop flop flop we poppin' them cuts
Nigga wants to smoke tell him try his luck
Put a bag on the shit talk about me you know that I flip
Speakin' again you wanna be dead
Catch me a opp all I see is red
Yeah the Glock it's automatic
I heard it's up I heard it steady
Hella greens I'm countin' cabbage
send the blitz we playin' Madden
Keep me in pole whenever I walk
Heard he dissin' on my gang
So his dumb ass get hit with chopp
Hit him don't make him stop
Make his ass do milly rock
Slap him out with fire
Since this bitch like to talk
Keep me a pole whenever I walk
X that boy out just like its the chalk
These nigga bitches they just like to talk
And he ain't no gangster that lil' nigga flaw
When I step in that booth give that shit my all
Caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart
Caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart
Caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart
Caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart
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Writer(s): Chase Ferebee
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