Why You Mad
Really tell me why you mad son? (Why you mad, why you mad?)
Is it 'cause a nigga ballin', 'cause a nigga getting rich?
You don't want to make me mad son (Nah, nah)
'Cause if I pull out this tommy, Imma let off from the rip
For them bands, I get you tagged son
Niggas come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip
So you best come with that cash son
I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear shit
Really tell me why you mad son? (Why you mad, why you mad?)
Is it 'cause a nigga ballin', 'cause a nigga getting rich?
You don't want to make me mad son
'Cause if I pull out this tommy, Imma let off from the rip
For them bands, I get you tagged son
Niggas come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip
So you best come with that cash son
I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear shit
One self-starter, stayed on my grind, Nitt Da Gritt told me, don't waste no time
Smoking big dope shit, smell like pounds
I drive a foreign, and the wheels look fine
Nigga's boring, his flow is not like mine
Couple hundred just to watch my time
Niggas boring, his flow is not like mine
A couple hundreds just to watch my time
Since I was young, I was jugging
Nickles and dimes of the nuggets
Ever since they robbed me, trust and believe I will bust
Smoking like a zombie, Zoo Gang, my niggas or nothing
Dice and Monty got me, all my niggas will come through bustin'
Seven-ten behind me, fuck niggas ain't saying nothing, squad
Really tell me why you mad son? (Why you mad, why you mad?)
Is it 'cause a nigga ballin', 'cause a nigga getting rich?
You don't want to make me mad son
'Cause if I pull out this tommy, Imma let off from the rip
For them bands, I get you tagged son
Niggas come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip
So you best come with that cash son
I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear shit
You acting like a Fed, tell me why you mad
Is it 'cause I got that bag, or it's 'cause I copped that Jag?
Them Glizzy's move fast, they might get on your ass
Can't fuck her, she ain't bad so y'all can get her ass
My bitch a trap queen, and my aunt a dope fiend
I'm a CEO, nigga, you don't know what that means
I put on my hood and feed my whole damn team
I just say the word, they kill the whole damn scene
Who's these niggas, well I know they not me
They don't excite me, they so plain like white tee
My life is a movie, call me young Spike Lee
I know why you mad, 'cause I just touched like nine Gs
Really tell me why you mad son? (Why you mad, why you mad?)
Is it 'cause a nigga ballin', 'cause a nigga getting rich?
You don't want to make me mad son
'Cause if I pull out this tommy, Imma let off from the rip
For them bands, I get you tagged son
Niggas come to your apartment, make your baby mother strip
So you best come with that cash son
I ain't trying to hear no excuses, I ain't trying to hear shit
Autor(es): ,Shy Glizzy
