Mad Lyrics

Feel like I'm talking to the devil when I'm spittin' to this mic

Ain't gotta ask me when we slidin', bitch, you know I got my pipe

And if I ain't got it up on me, nigga, then we gotta fight

And it don't matter if I'm skinny, nigga, still knock out your lights

And why these niggas playin' gangsta in the streets

That shit ain't right and you can't see me in the day

I'm a demon, pop out at night

I call my demon twin and ghetto, we TSB shit for life

And if you playin' with the name, we pop up while you shootin' dice

It's the summertime, really out here tryna take a life

Call the reapers or the reaps, you said that shit it's up for life

Why you lookin' at us crazy? Say what up, you bound to die

Damn, damn, damn, damn

Call La Ray, you know he itchin' for that blick, ready to blow

Catch a nigga while he loafin', takin' pictures at that store

You can't kick it with me, nigga, if you don't Clutch on your pole

Fuck the opps, them niggas bitches mad cause we fuckin' They hoes

I can't kick it with some niggas, heard them niggas, fuckin' told

Speakin' on some shit from way back, then that shit is gettin' old

Seen a nigga up in person, nigga, froze, and drop his pole

Every time I'm outside slidin', bitch, I gotta make it home

Damn, damn, damn

Bitch, I gotta make it on

Damn, damn, damn

Lil Marcus on this bitch

Damn, damn, damn