Real Mad Lyrics

You lookin' at a muthafuckin' God, hoe

I don't get told no I beat the odds, hoe

And I'm hangin' out the muthafuckin' windo

Smokin' indo

These niggas don't know what they in fo'

Whoa

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em feel goofy

Me and my team make a real movie

Me and my niggas some God-bodies

But Cleveland the city, they still shootin'

Bitch I been dreamin' it's real lucid

Off'a that green and some real lucy

Baby is taken she still choosin'

That booty she movin' is real juicy

I need it I need it like all in my life

But I will not call it my wife

I been on 20,000 these niggas is fake and it's all hype

Now who do you think that you is

You cannot fuck with the kid

Don't give a fuck about who I offend, bitch

I said what I said I did what I did, now

I'mma get it out the mud

You know I gotta get it how I live

Niggas they hated they said I was late to this shit and now they is all on my dick

Whoa, I do not go that way

I do not roll that way, no bro don't play

I been on go all day

Killin' these bitches

No OJ, Bando

You lookin' at a muthafuckin' God, hoe

I don't get told no I beat the odds, hoe

And I'm hangin' out the muthafuckin' windo

Smokin' indo

These niggas don't know what they in fo'

Whoa

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

Know that I'm smokin' some real gas

Smoke it so much it go real fast

I'm from a city where niggas will smoke on the dead opps and won't even feel bad

Niggas be goin' ape, them banana clips will get you peeled back

Talkin' that shit on the internet niggas not into that, nigga that's real cap

Gimme the ball, the ball in my court

I'm ballin' it's all for the sport

When I was young I stayed to myself, was scared to hop off the porch

But now you can't really put fear in my heart

Ain't scared of none of you dorks

You fuckin' wit me, you fuckin' wit God

I'm sendin' you back to the source, nigga

Talkin' bout they tryna bang shit

Gang gang gang gang shit

I'm on that smoke & maintain shit

That call up you bae gimme brain shit

I need me some O's on my bank slip

I need me some hoes on the night shift

I'm killin' you niggas don't fight this

Just gon' head and follow the light

You lookin' at a muthafuckin' God, hoe

I don't get told no I beat the odds, hoe

And I'm hangin' out the muthafuckin' windo

Smokin' indo

These niggas don't know what they in fo'

Whoa

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad

I'm about to make 'em real mad