WHY U SO MAD

Lyrics

[Chorus: BVDLVD] 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 [Verse 1: BVDLVD] 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, fuck a payslip Rack it up, that's a duffle full of wages Big stages, man's got plans set for big places Shorty wanna fuck, that's dangerous Shorty got a back that's spacious Shorty got a back that's spacious [Chorus: BVDLVD] 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 [Verse 2: KDVSGOLIATH] 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 [Chorus: BVDLVD] 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 [Verse 3: HEN$HAW] 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