Mad Lyrics

Why they made at me

Cause I get a bag a week

Spent hours on the street

Bitch I hardly ever sleep

Gotta get the green

Get that shit by any means

Yeaaaaaaa

Ain't no in between

I get all bags

Very raw packs

I want all cash

All gas

Never no cap

Really all that

All facts

Better fall back

Retta going clap

All black

When we in the trenches

We want all that

Fall back

Yea I told you how I'm coming

Started out with nothing

Now I'm something

Sipping on this henny got me bugging

Always the exotics when I'm puffing

If you want a problem then I'm dumping

If you want a pound then I'm coming

But I don't ever front shit

All want all is hundreds

Never really loved you

All I love is money

Always got my plate full

Still I'm very hungry

Yea I got no time to waste

On those games you play

In my lane I'm chasing this paper

Fuck out my way

I found out your fake

It's ok cause I escaped her

Huhhhhh

Like a star I'm gonna shine tho

Fuck the opps Fuck 5-0

Smoke exotics till my mind blown

Yea I'm on all my packs flying thru the time zone joooeeeyyy

Why they made at me

Cause I get a bag a week

Spent hours on the street

Bitch I hardly ever sleep

Gotta get the green

Get that shit by any means

Yeaaaaaaa

Ain't no in between

I get all bags

Very raw packs

I want all cash

All gas

Never no cap

Really all that

All facts

Better fall back

Retta going clap

All black

When we in the trenches

We want all that

Said I'll really hit your ball cap

For thinking that you all that

A shooter with some shooters yea we all strapped

Smoking on this raw gas got me feeling lifted

Pay me off in all cash Joey bout them digits

Them bitches never listened

When I told them ima get it

Now look im winning

And she sent a text she miss me

Left that bitch on read

Only focused on this bread

I meant everything I said

Hennessy went to my head

Yea

Bitch im lit yea im really lit

Suck a dick if you don't you could fucking dip

Haa

I'm only out onto get a flip

Stricly Biznis Smokey Bandits you know what it is

Yea

Started this from nothing

Bitch I really started from an onion

Now I'm running numbers

Bread like it's wonder

Never gonna fumble

All my life I had to hustle

Why they made at me

Cause I get a bag a week

Spent hours on the street

Bitch I hardly ever sleep

Gotta get the green

Get that shit by any means

Yeaaaaaaa

Ain't no in between

I get all bags

Very raw packs

I want all cash

All gas

Never no cap

Really all that

All facts

Better fall back

Retta going clap

All black

When we in the trenches

We want all that