Mad or What Lyrics

Came from the bottom

And I ran it up

Had to go get it enough

Ain’t enough

I ain’t have shit

Now I’m having it up

Keep it a hunnid

Ain't changing it up

Got in my bag

Now is you mad or what

I got in my bag

Now is you mad or what

Came from the bottom

And I ran it up

Had to go get it enough

Ain’t enough

I ain’t have shit

Now I’m havin it up

Keep it a hunnid

Ain't changing it up

Got in my bag

Now is you mad or what

Im a go get a bag

No matter what

I know you trying

It’s hard to keep up

Bought your bitch a bag

Now she gone let me fuck

I feel like Giannis

I’m gone get a buck

I make a flip

And I double it up

She let me screw

And it came with a nut

Got to go get it

No cuddling up

Go make a play

Ain’t no huddling up

Keep the heat on me

Im all bundled up

I feel like Martin

Yeah you know what’s up

Hit stick bbbb

No two hand touch touch touch

Uh oooh this shit different

This shit hitting hitting

You niggas kitten

Who is you kidding

You ain’t got benjis

get you some business

I know it’s sickening

Peep all the symptoms

I gotta Khloe

I need her friend

Told my bitch listen

Had to go Tristan Tristan Tristan

All mighty dollar in god we trust

Bout to go Christian Christian Christian

Used to serve to pills never had to roofie

I ain’t Heath Cliffin Cliffin Cliffin

My Stick Got da hook it baited her in

Swear I’m going fishing fishing fishing

If it’s u against me

We kno who she picking picking picking

Hopped in my bag

Hopped out my feelings

Just call me bennet

I been in it

Unless it’s friendships

That come with benefits

Told me go deeper

When I was in it

Put her in a sleeper

After I finish

Real nigga card

Say I’m Authentic

Glick in my britches

Don’t make me lift it lift it lift lt

I hit then she Lyft it

We cannot kick it

She gotta nigga

Don’t make a difference

Got head and tail

Ain’t have to flip it

Don’t kiss and tell

I ain’t even kissin

I call her spidy

Good with her senses

Swear she a rapper

Little bitch spittin

I ain’t with the games

But she gone bop it pull it twist It

Ima post on the net

Right after we flick it

You dying to live my nigga

I’m living While making a living

A Soulja boy

But I ain’t with all the gimmicks

My kar dashin

With a Kim in it

Call me a chemist

Look how I whip it

I came from a civic but I know that you

Know that wasn’t my image image image

You know I stay strapped my nigga that’s law

It’s click it or ticket ticket ticket

Used to be broke

Till I went and fixed it fixed it fixed

Wait till I get da Richie

Beckham my wrists wrists wrists

When you mention goat

Say my name be specific specific specific

Came from the bottom

And I ran it up

Had to go get it enough

Ain’t enough

I ain’t have shit

Now I’m havin it up

Keep it a hunnid

Ain't changing it up

Got in my bag

Now is you mad or what

I got in my bag

Now is you mad or what

Came from the bottom

And I ran it up

Had to go get it enough

Ain’t enough

I ain’t have shit

Now I’m having it up

Keep it a hunnid

Ain't changing it up

Got in my bag

Now is you mad or what

Im a go get a bag

No matter what

I know you trying

It’s hard to keep up

Bought your bitch a bag

Now she gone let me fuck