
They Mad Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I ain't got my lighter and shit yeah
Short ass niggas in the booth before me man
Gotta lift the mic up and shit but you know
It's good
Mmm they mad they mad they mad they mad
Why they mad why they mad why they mad
These niggas ain't bout it I swear that they wildin
They got way too much room in they wallet
Pass money now I stack up that knowledge
Keep it lil' bitch she got way too much mileage
And the only language that I speak is Guala
Blast on I'ma take off like a rocket
You ain't talkin' money you ain't talkin' nota
The man in my pockets and by the side
I just needed it and I dropped out of college
My daddy didn't stop me from rockin' Prada
SRT beat it with me now I'm ridin' Charger
And he stopped me from fuckin' your baby mama
Ain't no love on the whole you can say the drama
I just flamed at the booth I just made a song
I lit the gas in the coupe and now I'm a goner
It's a shame you ain't doin' the shit you wanna
Went from kickin' the dope in the kitchen corner
They was cleanin' and soapin' now we performin
It's a hefty feat just to see me perform
I'm like Steph in the three you can see the forms
It's a blessing to me when I see the sun
Always knew that one day I would be the one
Too much pride in my body for me to run
Never seen a true G when you meet me
They still mad I be hittin' they bitches I'm feelin' sad
Got this shit in the bag I'm still glad
Never slippin' I'm cockin' a steel bag
Steady hustlin' get to a real bag
Wanna hit on a player I don't feel that
Thinkin' that I fell off and don't get to the door
No more nigga I promise I'm still there
I be ballin' on niggas in my pajamas
And you do what you can
I do what I wanna promise you I'm the man
I don't need a woman but I promise I call her
And she be running
I don't get why these niggas mad
I told you I get why they mad
And that's what I call her I promise I she be ready
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Got this shit in the bag I'm still glad
I'm still glad
Pay the hustlers and get you a real bag
Get you a real bag
I promise you I'm the man
I don't need a woman but I promise I call her and she be running