IK U MAD ft. GEEOHHS Lyrics

I know that you mad that your nigga a crab

I know that you mad that your nigga a shrimp

I know that you mad he not getting no bag

I roll that shit up, I get high as a blimp

I know that you mad you not counting no cash

She fuck with the swag, and she say that I'm him

I know that you mad you won't get your bitch back

I know that he mad that I'm having that shit

I know that he mad that I put her in Rick

I know he got mad when he looked at the fit

I know that he mad, man, he need to go vent

I know that he mad, but that shit is irrelevant

I told that lil' bitch she a bird like a pelican

I know that he mad, but that nigga won't tell me shit

I know that he mad, he gon' watch like some television

Hit your bitch from the back, she gon' tap for submission

I got my own swag, I don't need no permission

She ate up the dick, then she go do the dishes

She ate up that dick, then that bitch get dismissed

I know that he mad that he not competition

Wake up, get a bag nigga, I'm on a mission

I came with that sack, but I'm not talking Christmas

I know that he mad, I know that he pissed

I know that you mad that your nigga a crab

I know that you mad that your nigga a shrimp

I know that you mad he not getting no bag

I roll that shit up, I get high as a blimp

I know that you mad you not counting no cash

She fuck with the swag, and she say that I'm him

I know that you mad you won't get your bitch back

I know that you mad

I know that you mad you not getting no guap

I know that you mad that she gave me the top

I know that you mad that you trash, she gon' flop

I pull up to the bank just to make a deposit

I don't shop at the mall, I just go to my closet

Put that shit on, I got style like a stylist

I'm counting up hunduns, money pilling

Shawty a freak, no virgin like Island

That boy get no funds, yeah he wildin'

My pockets weigh tons, and your shit on a diet

Get geeked to the sun, nigga, I'm the highest

You ain't talking about no hundreds, just be quiet

Hop on the stage, nigga, might start a riot

Get yo bitch off my face, no, I don't wanna try it

I know that you mad, bitch, nigga, stop crying

I know that you mad that your nigga a crab

I know that you mad that your nigga a shrimp

I know that you mad he not getting no bag

I roll that shit up, I get high as a blimp

I know that you mad you not counting no cash

She fuck with the swag and she say that I'm him

I know that you mad you won't get your bitch back