Mad Dog Lyrics

Trapping all black in the passenger

Grabbing the pack and I'm

Wrapping the bag up again

Clap when you back in the Altima

Have it, but I'mma be back in the back of the Benz

I'm rapping again

You capping again

She told me she waiting 'til marriage

I'm wasting my time so I told her what's happening then

That's all that happened, I'm not Eminem

I'm not heaven sent

Got no common sense

I thought I'd repent

My fit would offend

I'm sipping the wine while they play up the bread

I pray they don't take me to God when I'm dead

Ballad of a mad man, I ain't ever talking to her dad man

I'm just tryna hit her 'cause she bad, man

Hit her from the back in a black van

Sprinter matted out like a trash can

Put her in the ground like a badge with a black man

Got a couple pounds in the pack, man

Got a couple rounds in the MAC-10

Walk around the back, no sound, no mask, no crowd, just money

And I feel like batman (Yuh)

And I pop these pills like pac man (Yuh)

And I fold that bitch like a bad hand (Yuh)

And I got them bills in a fat band (Huh)

Boutta shoot him in the back like an ass man (Huh?)

Made a fat man run

Made a bad fan cum

Man, her ass not that big

Goddamn was

And the facts not that big

Goddamn bruh

Probably flex on Snap with a half gram bud

(whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa)

When Virgil died I drank a full Mad Dog

Alright I admit it was two Mad Dogs

Walk outta Louis with new tags on

Need the Off-White with the blue tag on

Fuck it I'mma make a new rap song

Beatmaker saying it's who's rap song?

Fucking producer wants who's tags on?

Get a band and make a boom bap song

Fuck it I'mma say it, who's rap god?

Fuck it I'mma say it, who's Matt Ox?

Too many drugs I got two bags on

Never found love I got two bad broads

Bitch in my bed with her shoes half off

Fuck OnlyFans, got her nudes half off

Twenty a gram, but for you, half off

Sometimes I feel like I'm two halves God

I got my money in four fat stacks

One for the drugs in my Coach backpack

One for when I get my hoe tax back

One for designer, the most at that

One so my family get up and we get the type of money no one can laugh at

I just want all of my family to get that Mercedes

It's so matte black

I got my money in four fat stacks

Money in hundreds in no bank, bitch

I got a gun so get back, back, back

I'm getting money it's so dangerous

Don't know what you got in that trap bag

But I got money in mine, say shit

You put some twenties on that snapback

I put four hundred on mine, fake this

Only want bitches with no facelift

I don't want her if she so basic

All of my fits are gon' make statements

Always been itching to go famous

I want some Rollies with gold cases

I want some Pateks with bold faces

I want a house with a whole maid list

I don't want money in slow payments

When Virgil died I drank a full Mad Dog

Alright I admit it was two Mad Dogs

Walk outta Louis with new tags on

Need the Off-White with the blue tag on

Fuck it I'mma make a new rap song

Beatmaker saying it's who's rap song?

Fucking producer wants who's tags on?

Get a band and make a boom bap song

Fuck it I'mma say it, who's rap god?

Fuck it I'mma say it, who's Matt Ox?

Too many drugs I got two bags on

Never found love I got two bad broads

Bitch in my bed with her shoes half off

Fuck OnlyFans, got her nudes half off

Twenty a gram, but for you, half off

Sometimes I feel like I'm two halves God