Don't Get Mad Lyrics

I know what I'm sayin'

Quan did it again

Just keep it real with yourself, man

It's just a motherfuckin' start

Big Bands Entertainment, Nigga

Mama always tellin' me, Quan, you livin' too fast

Choppa with extended mags, finna leave that lil' boy flat

I ain't talkin' Usain, you know I'm racin' for that cash

When I get signed, you know I won't be back

Don't get mad when I get rich, that won't get your homie back

Don't get mad when I put everybody on, you know it's that

Don't get mad cause when I cut you off, delete my number jack

When I get mad, them choppa bullets hit his car, it'll make him crash

Don't get mad at all, got a lot of choppas in my catalogue

Dissin on the gang, we'll wet your block up like Jurassic Park

I'm the one that made you dropped the low, you don't live that far

You think I miss a whole hundred shots, like it ain't your car

Why would I get mad when I'm tryin' to get a bag?

Why would I get mad on someone when I'm tryin' to live the last?

Bro, don't push me, whole hundred choppas on your ass

Now you in the body bag, we gon' dump you like some trash

You got mad over a chick, cause she won't let you hit the cat

I ain't mad at you bro, but you hangin' with them rats

Girl, don't beat yourself up, like I said it's in the past

If you're ever tryin' to win me back, just go get you some cash

Mama always tellin' me, Quan, you livin' too fast

Choppa with extended mags, finna leave that little boy flat

I ain't talkin' Usain, you know I'm racin' for that cash

When I get signed, you know I won't be back

Don't get mad when I get rich, that won't get your homie back

Don't get mad when I put everybody on, you know it's that

Don't get mad cause when I cut you off, they leave my number jacked

When I get mad, them choppa bullets hit his car, it'll make him crash

When I was nine, I ain't waste no time, I was spittin' rhymes

It's a fact, I be killin' beats, I should do the time

Talkin' this, and you talkin' that, but you steady in lying

Like I'm Tony Montana, when I see shit, you know it's mine

You talkin' talking on the net, but you steady goin' live

I got Glocks, Tech-9s, that's why everybody dying

Cause when I die, you better not put up to my funeral with that lying

When I pop out with the AK, them bullets flyin

I told bro he got the switch, and you know it's gon' be a hit

You was solid for a minute, but I know that you gon' snitch

Life is like a game right now, most of the time that you can't win

Caught that boy lookin' outside, and you know we had to spin

Mama always tellin' me, Quan, you livin' too fast

Choppa with extended mags, finna to leave that lil' boy flat

I ain't talkin' Usain, you know I'm racing for that cash

And when I get signed, you know I won't be back

Don't get mad when I get rich, that won't get your homie back

Don't get mad when I put everybody on, you know it's that

Don't get mad is when I cut you off, delete my number, jack

When I get mad, I'm choppin' bullets, hit his car

And I made him crash, don't get mad

Don't get mad, it's just as start, pussy

Quan Did it again