Mad
[Chorus]
These niggas mad, dunk‚ pop
They better chill‚ they better stop
You run up on me‚ somebody gettin' shot
I'm talkin' 'bout shows, I do 'em a lot
I'm talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm talkin' bout guap
{?}
I gotta cherish her‚ I got a shot
I'm in the sprinter, gettin' ready, gettin' hot
These niggas mad‚ dunk, pop
They better chill, they better stop
You run up on me, somebody gettin' shot
I'm talkin' 'bout shows, I do 'em a lot
I'm talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm talkin' bout guap
{?}
I gotta cherish her, I got a shot
I'm in the sprinter, gettin' ready, gettin' hot
[Verse]
Fuck how they feelin', they ain't BDB
You fuck stank hoes, you get {?}
Imma be rich in about six weeks
Throw me the ball, that's a {?}
I can't fuck with y'all, 'cause you fuck with me
My momma cried when I told her we gon' eat
Shout out to baby for makin' it sweet
Pass me in views, lil nigga, in a week
Suck up the gang, lil nigga, it's free
Stuck in my lane, my nigga, I'm just me
I'm done with lil mama, now she gotta flee
I don't want the pussy if I can't get the knees
I don' got boujee, baby, please
If he ain't know {?}, he can't go with me
Just ran off on a nigga last week
{?}, I can tell you sweet
Only nigga with one dread, nigga that's me
Lil bitch a dog, she got fleas
Talkin' 'bout how they on, that was 03
Bitch I stay in the club, with no I.D
Everywhere that I go, they notice me
And no I don't sing, {?}
Used to owe the plug, now he owin' me
[Chorus]
These niggas mad, dunk, pop
They better chill, they better stop
You run up on me, somebody gettin' shot
I'm talkin' 'bout shows, I do 'em a lot
I'm talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm talkin' bout guap
{?}
I gotta cherish her, I got a shot
I'm in the sprinter, gettin' ready, gettin' hot
These niggas mad, dunk, pop
They better chill, they better stop
You run up on me, somebody gettin' shot
I'm talkin' 'bout shows, I do 'em a lot
I'm talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm talkin' bout guap
{?}
I gotta cherish her, I got a shot
I'm in the sprinter, gettin' ready, gettin' hot
[Verse]
Fuck how they feelin', they ain't BDB
Sign me a deal, bought rings first week
I heard he hatin', I taxed him on the fee
Ain't no way he gettin' shit for the cheap
Ain't no way he gettin' more than me
But my room on the twelfth, but your room on the three
I had to trap, but I had to leave
Cause I get more money than I ever seen
{?}, what do you mean
I was only trappin', 'cause that's how I eat
That money good, but this money sweet
Imma have 'nough money to fill up the street
Straight out of Charlotte, I come from the East
{?}
Did a show in L.A. and went back to the beach
Me and my bitch, that's a beautiful piece
[Chorus]
These niggas mad, dunk, pop
They better chill, they better stop
You run up on me, somebody gettin' shot
I'm talkin' 'bout shows, I do 'em a lot
I'm talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm talkin' bout guap
{?}
I gotta cherish her, I got a shot
I'm in the sprinter, gettin' ready, gettin' hot
These niggas mad, dunk, pop
They better chill, they better stop
You run up on me, somebody gettin' shot
I'm talkin' 'bout shows, I do 'em a lot
I'm talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm talkin' bout guap
{?}
I gotta cherish her, I got a shot
I'm in the sprinter, gettin' ready, gettin' hot
