Mad at That

Lyrics

[Intro] (Nard & B) [Chorus: Doe Boy] Pull up in a Rari, [?] These niggas mad at that I won't even fuck her she a four These bitches mad at that Real shit nigga, true story Fake rappers mad at that Always ride around with that 40 I let it handle that In the club popping all the bottles These niggas mad at that Shooters on deck, but I'm poppin These niggas mad at that Nigga turnt up, can't stop me I sware they mad at that Fake ass niggas better watch You know they mad at that [Verse 1: Doe Boy] Niggas out here lerkin Do a fuck nigga dirty Toat a Mac like Burny Cock it back then burn it Out here, no worries Goons rush in a hurry We don't show no mercy 30's like Steph Curry Fuck niggas mad, I don't give a fuck Savage young nigga pull up, shoot you up Laced in the club, yeah my goon fuck it up Killers in the parking lo, shooters in the cut Young Doe flex, ice on my neck Freeband Gang, niggas know we got a check Choppers on deck, bullet proof vest We can go to war, load it up, it's a bet Pull up in the audi, fuck her than I'm outi Young gold nigga get up fresh up out the county Nigga get from round me Can't stand by me 40 on deck, and that bitch sayin' "try me" Sacks 5th Louie Av, [?] 40 on deck, and that bitch sayin' "try me" Sacks 5th Louie Av, [?] 'Cause they know a nigga balling, Freeband nigga [?] [Chorus: Doe Boy] Pull up in a Rari, [?] These niggas mad at that I won't even fuck her she a four These bitches mad at that Real shit nigga, true story Fake rappers mad at that Always ride around with that 40 I let it handle that In the club popping all the bottles These niggas mad at that Shooters on deck, but I'm poppin These niggas mad at that Nigga turnt up, can't stop me I sware they mad at that Fake ass niggas better watch You know they mad at that [Verse 2: Chevy Woods] If you come where I'm from, but ain't from where I'm from Man, them young niggas flipping your pockets Niggas know where I'm from, I ain't even gotta tell 'em Do something bitch [?] some problem All the money that I make a fucking problem See this Faragamo belt, that's a problem [?] ex on the rebound, [?] yeah I got the work for the low, I was coppin Pull up in a foreign, hopping out cocaine white, looking like a whole [?] at work [?] pedal back with my bitch with a compact 9 from her purse I ain't even trippin on that, I'm a Taylor My nigga Doe Boy, he a all out player KK all in a nigga, Raw papers And I'm runway fly, and it's all about layers You niggas washed up, I don't need friends, tryna reach for [?] all my niggas on deck Put that on the gang, put the money in my hand I be picking up a check, every state that I land Hit a lick for a half a brick, and I ain't playing Only one nigga living I can vouch for what I'm saying Paper cuts fucking blood money, I'm the man Niggas wanna kick it with you just to get Freebandz [Chorus: Doe Boy] Pull up in a Rari, [?] These niggas mad at that I won't even fuck her she a four These bitches mad at that Real shit nigga, true story Fake rappers mad at that Always ride around with that 40 I let it handle that In the club popping all the bottles These niggas mad at that Shooters on deck, but I'm poppin These niggas mad at that Nigga turnt up, can't stop me I sware they mad at that Fake ass niggas better watch You know they mad at that