WHY U SO MAD

Don't come 'round here Don't come around my boys, yeah Don't wanna see no tears, uh I don't wanna hear no noise, yeah You boutta face your fears tonight I don't think you got a choice, yeah 'Cause when you come 'round here, yeah We ain't gonna bring the toys, yeah B-B-BVD, why you so mad? Wait Can a BVDLVD get topped? Can a mad man move? Rabbid Jackrabbit, then skirt when things get robbed, yeah And your girl got dogged Passed round the pack, take a sniff, star dog, yeah Ain't about on job Man make P's, just chillin in my socks Can you take it? I just turned a new leaf, imma rake it Bag it up, make it double, f*ck a payslip Rack it up, that's a duffle full of wages Big stages, man's got plans set for big places Shorty wanna f*ck, that's dangerous Shorty got a back that's spacious Shorty got a back that's spacious Don't come 'round here Don't come around my boys, yeah Don't wanna see no tears, uh I don't wanna hear no noise, yeah You boutta face your fears tonight I don't think you got a choice, yeah 'Cause when you come 'round here, yeah We ain't gonna bring the toys, yeah I been stepping correct, no regular flex I don't need shanks, no weapon to flex I want mills, I'm just making the steps and what? (Huh?) Ya Carti fake and don't talk 'bout no telling me claims They talk mortality rates, rates, mate, mate I can't end up like you on Leica I stopped that crap a while back I make more, I need to try harder, yuh I don't wanna do no drilling or clapping food I wanna make some mills Clapping food to make mills, can't beat me Back to beef with these deals Don't come 'round here Don't come around my boys, yeah Don't wanna see no tears, uh I don't wanna hear no noise, yeah You boutta face your fears tonight I don't think you got a choice, yeah 'Cause when you come 'round here, yeah We ain't gonna bring the toys, yeah What's that poking out your jacket? Man best back it Send me to Hell if a man gon' slap it R.I.P, lay me in a casket KMT, if a man wan chat shit B-Y-E if she ain't no bad bitch H-E-double-N-Y, too active If you dont know by now, that's gang shit And a man move frantic, fantastic Soon blow like a hand thing and I need more songs No long so I get more gone no captain, no cappin' L.S. on a madting and them, so jarring So you know the man can't be jammin