Mad (feat. bigbandzz jay)

Yeah Keep me a pole whenever I walk X that boy out just like its the chalk These nigga bitches they just like to talk And he ain't no gangster that lil' nigga flaw When I step in that booth give that shit my all caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart And I'm back on the beat and I move too fast And these hoes wanna f*ck I cannot go out sad And I'm fightin' this case i got 12 on my ass And these nigga be bitches slap em' with the mag Put a bag on his head I don't give no f*ck Got your hoe in the spot and she suckin' it up I been told you lil niggas so I'm runnin' it up F*ck nigga I done fell in love Put 5 in his back oh this shit gettin' wicked I'm in love with the gat but i might use the sticky Oh he talkin' crazy I go grab the glizzy Oh he talkin' crazy must be off of Stizzy When I see opp my trigger happy its grining I been gettin' big bands feel like jay cause I'm winning They say you takin' off I don't think that you landing Can't f*ck with these bitches they out here and fanning So I said f*ck it and ran me up a bag Why you talkin' crazy? We shot at ya dad And I fucked on his hoe this lil' nigga so mad Yeah I do dog shit but I be in them cats hollon on pussy nigga talkin' fast Catch you at the store we on your ass Pussy nigga why you actin' mad Pussy nigga we dump the mag Go out with the bang tryna leave a stain Put him on the tee tryna play the game I can not go for minimum wage Them niggas was sleepin' now I got a name Put a bag on the head I don't give a f*ck We showin' up yo block like pussy better duck Flop flop flop we poppin' them cuts Nigga wants to smoke tell him try his luck Put a bag on the shit talk about me you know that I flip Speakin' again you wanna be dead Catch me a opp all I see is red Yeah the Glock it's automatic I heard it's up I heard it steady Hella greens I'm countin' cabbage send the blitz we playin' Madden Keep me in pole whenever I walk Heard he dissin' on my gang So his dumb ass get hit with chopp Hit him don't make him stop Make his ass do milly rock Slap him out with fire Since this bitch like to talk Keep me a pole whenever I walk X that boy out just like its the chalk These nigga bitches they just like to talk And he ain't no gangster that lil' nigga flaw When I step in that booth give that shit my all Caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart Caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart Caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart Caught that opp in New York say what's up my heart