Why U Mad!

Lyrics

[Intro] Gxopo, slime 'em [Chorus: Dom Corleo] Don't be mad, mad, you know how I get off the Xan Walk in this bitch with some lean in my cup and I'm holdin' the stick in my hand I got some lean in my gut I got some lean in my gut Get hit with the blade in your gut Just woke up, finna pour me up I'm in love with lean, Molly, Percs I got some money, I once went to work, work, work, work, work She want me to be her man That ain't gon' work, work, work Hang out the back with that fan, yeah Finna go sign on a bitch, get that advance [Verse 1: Dom Corleo] I think that shorty worried I'ma leave her Finna say it again, I'ma be here forever Talkin' 'bout your ex, ain't stay through thе weather Talkin' 'bout my dick 'cause shе know that shit way better, yeah And we got them racks on us He too mad Got no money but you on my dick like that ain't sus I'm fuckin' her friend like what her friend say? No english, no comprehende Poppin' them pills, gotta watch my intake I could die soon [Verse 2: Yung Fazo] Yeah, and I'm like oh my-, oh my god Better not play 'round with me 'cause you know that you get shot [?] we go to the top Back then I was feelin' but now I got alot Neiman what I shop Met a lil' bad bitch, she a thot, woah I be rockin' Rickies on my feet, you rockin' Crocs They was countin' me out but now I gotta get more luck, he I ain't even blow, blow, blow [?] I ain't chase a hoe [?] [?] Yeah, now I'm a lil' too rich, hey, yeah And you tellin' me like "Fazo, yeah, you switched, ayy" And I'm like "No, no, no, no, yeah, my life just too lit, hey" Better not play with me 'cause I just keep that stick, hey [Chorus: Dom Corleo] Don't be mad, mad, you know how I get off the Xan Walk in this bitch with some lean in my cup and I'm holdin' the stick in my hand I got some lean in my gut I got some lean in my gut Get hit with the blade in your gut Just woke up, finna pour me up I'm in love with lean, Molly, Percs I got some money, I once went to work, work, work, work, work She want me to be her man That ain't gon' work, work, work Hang out the back with that fan, yeah Finna go sign on a bitch, get that advance