Madd ft. Redd Lion Lyrics

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Hop up in my bag

Call me glad

Vision like Spike Lee

Can't Lie

High Heavenly my heart I testify

Oh you mad?

Why you mad?

See I'm lit

I'm getting at this bag

This foreign whip

I whip like I ain't tryna come in last

This foreign bitch

I grip I got her tucking all my stash

Want this life I hit you with this curve

What you mad for?

Been a man about my word

Fall for what I stand for

My dog can flip a bird and touch Bible verse like handle

She got a Louie purse now she fiend for Fendi sandals

I'm just tryna get a couple bucks

Without these crooked ass cops tryna fuck it up

I live it up and I get to plucking feathers off them ducks

I turn up with a little liquor in my cup

She gave it to me while you beg for her to give it up

Melanin in my skin

Want me fold

I won't bend

Had to talk to my reverend

Ain't nothing but a little pressure 3-0-2

You know I'm use to that

When you get my all I can't afford to be the loser jack

Fought my odds

Came from grooming goonies where I grew up at

Now I'm getting money off of music

So I'm through with that

Teeferz got in trouble out Kentucky

So I flew him back

I need my whole crew relaxed

Blowing on that super pack

Hate me or you love me

I can show you what to do with that

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Hop up in my bag

Call me glad

Vision like Spike Lee

Can't Lie

High heavenly my heart I testify

Oh you mad?

Why you mad?

See I'm lit

I'm getting at this bag

This foreign whip, I whip like I ain't tryna come in last

This foreign bitch, I grip I got her tucking all my stash