Mad

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Yeah, I'm a boss, nigga, I'm a king DaDa Winning, nigga Bitch, you know DaDa Winning (Trauma Tone) [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] I ain't gettin' mad, I got me a bag And my foot on the gas, took off on they ass, ayy I ain't gettin' mad, I got me a bag Put my foot on the gas, turnt up on they ass, ayy Hurt they feelings They got in they feelings, nigga, ayy I got straight to business, nigga, ayy, gotta check these millions, nigga I ain't even mad at ya, lil' nigga, I'll throw that bag at ya Lil' nigga, I ain't even mad at ya, what you gon' do when I throw that back at ya? [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] They ain't want me to win, but I still got it in Stack ten times ten, never know what state I'm in, ayy The state of mind I'm in, fuck flyin', nigga, I'm drivin' in If that pussy right, I'm divin' in, then after that, pills slidin' in Still get in the streets, nigga, these scams aren't free, nigga Feel like I'm at my peak, feel like Dots next to me Told me get that bag, tellin' me get that bag And dog that did that, know he gettin' whacked I'm back in my zone, nigga, I'm workin' three phones, nigga Just stay ten toes, nigga, I don't owe niggas, hold on, nigga I got it off profit, lil' nigga, I'm the plug and the socket Lil' nigga, I'm shoppin' and coppin', put a tag on your head, I'm poppin' [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands & BandGang Masoe] I ain't gettin' mad, I got me a bag And my foot on the gas, took off on they ass, ayy I ain't gettin' mad, I got me a bag Put my foot on the gas, turnt up on they ass, ayy Hurt they feelings They got in they feelings, nigga, ayy I got straight to business, nigga, ayy, gotta check these millions, nigga (Yeah) I ain't even mad at ya, lil' nigga, I'll throw that bag at ya, ayy Lil' nigga, I ain't even mad at ya, what you gon' do when I throw that bag at ya? [Verse 2: BandGang Masoe] Not once did I get mad, when we was down and they was up I just hustled hard as fuck and got all of my shit up It was days I would go with thought, days that I'm on my shit Need a Rollie on my wrist and Cuban that's a frozen fit Gucci, that a broken hit, this shit wasn't easy Them sure ain't come up overnight, I used patience to get it (Uh-huh), literally Coppin' blues, only a pager can get 'em Can't trust a soul, nigga take mines, he take slugs with him Drop a four, pour some out for all my dead niggas It's hard to move with twenty thousand on your head, nigga (Believe me), ayy I got a profit, lil' nigga, I'm the plug and the socket Lil' nigga, I'm coppin' and shoppin', put a tag on your head, get pah Money [Chorus: BandGang Lonnie Bands] I ain't gettin' mad, I got me a bag And my foot on the gas, took off on they ass, ayy I ain't gettin' mad, I got me a bag Put my foot on the gas, turnt up on they ass, ayy Hurt they feelings They got in they feelings, nigga, ayy I got straight to business, nigga, ayy, gotta check these millions, nigga I ain't even mad at ya, lil' nigga, I'll throw that bag at ya Lil' nigga, I ain't even mad at ya, what you gon' do when I throw that bag at ya?