Y U MAD? Lyrics

Why you mad today

Bitch, why you mad today

Niggas be hating and fake

Copy and clone, still getting caught in the waves

A couple of niggas who had to get cut off

Wasn't playing their role almost fucked up the play

Suicide doors on the coop, when I pull up

Like DYMG I'm a slide in a wraith

Getting to racks and I got out of the way

Big bro still burning this gas like its sage

Did it all with no handouts and favors

Bitch I ain't moving unless I get paid

I feel like a pimple, I'm popping my shit

40k for tax make it all look legit

I feel like Rick Ross, big brr on my wrist

All of my niggas they bosses and shit

All of my niggas they shottas and shit

Popping bottles in molly's we all getting lit

Fell in love with the ruger

Bitch fell in love with a shooter

Money on my mind almost hurt my medulla

Jumping through hoops for this cash like it's hula

Bitch why you mad hoe, bitch why you mad

Pull up with sticks, let it bang like a drummer

Politicking with bosses, we talking big numbers

Member them days granny wanted a hummer

Not Gunna da Razda, I still got em jumping

Twenties and fifties and hundreds

All of my niggas be running and gunning

How you scamming but still driving rentals

How you omerta, you only dangerous with a pencil

How you balling but stay on the bleachers

How you a dog when you stuck on the leash

Can't go to war with a nigga who be fucking the money up

My shawdy be sweet like a honey bun

Brodie said double down, I went and I doubled up

Watch all my sins swish around in a double cup

Watch how they hold you down

When its time to go run it up

Patek on my wrist when it's time to go fuck it up