Why You Mad (feat. Shy Glizzy)

Really tell me why you mad son

Why you mad, why you mad

Is it cause a nigga balling, cause a nigga getting rich

You don't want to make me mad son

Nah, nah

Cause if I pull out this tommy I'm a let it finna 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, told me don't waste no time

Smoking big dope shit, smelling like pounds

I drive a foreign, and the wheels look fine

Niggas 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, best believe I was bustin

Smoking like a zombie, zoo gang my niggas or nothing

All my niggas'll cut to busting

Seven ten behind me, fuck niggas ain't saying nothing, squad!

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

This... Moves fast, they might get on your ass

Can't fuck her she ain't bad so ya'll 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, they killed 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 9 g's