Mad Niggas

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Come on, just like my daddy, I'm a pimp Lookin' for me? I'm in the mall with that shit Ten thousand in my pocket, draggin' bags with my bitch I got a Glock, she got a Glock, and in the car, we got a switch (Nigga) Double cupped up Irritated off these drugs, don't get fucked up We ain't beefin' 'bout no bitch, you mad yours wanna fuck us Ridin' through your hood, you was outside, yeah, we lucked up I woke up and got fresh just to chill inside the trap Man, your bitch suck the dick so good, I ain't even give her back Don't talk that money shit to me if you ain't even got ten racks And if this rappin' shit don't work, then it's back to sellin' smack, nigga [Chorus] I ain't nothin' like these rap niggas I was born in the streets, real trap nigga If you want it, we'll really take your shit, we don't ask niggas He ain't know I fucked his ho, now he a mad nigga I ain't nothin' like these rap niggas I was born in the streets, real trap nigga If you want it, we'll really take your shit, we don't ask niggas He ain't know I fucked his ho, now he a mad nigga [Verse 2] If you ever seen me out, I had it on me Uncle Elroy, catch him slippin', he like, "Not the Rollie" I ain't stressin' 'bout no bitch, just like Thug, keep it goin' I take off on the plug, you the type of nigga to owe him (Boy) We done ran off on the plug twice We see a rose gold presi', we probably finna have a good night We takin' that, we sellin' that, go buy a cheap flight I was the kid still outside after the streetlights We all grew up playin' ball, then we stopped Crazy how the tables turned, now we be only shootin' Glocks I really got my own bitch, but I fuck other niggas' thots Mama like, "What you want for Christmas?" I want a brick just like my pops [Chorus] I ain't nothin' like these rap niggas I was born in the streets, real trap nigga If you want it, we'll really take your shit, we don't ask niggas He ain't know I fucked his ho, now he a mad nigga I ain't nothin' like these rap niggas I was born in the streets, real trap nigga If you want it, we'll really take your shit, we don't ask niggas He ain't know I fucked his ho, now he a mad nigga [Verse 3] Used to sit inside the trap by myself Just me, my scale, my gun, and some dope This ho sugar think I love her like my dope I love money, you ain't got nothin' for me, you gotta go She said I be actin' funny 'cause I barely even talk to her These niggas like these hoes feelin' important, what is y'all doin'? With them dilly-ass chains, show me y'all [?] Man, your bitch weak as hell, if I was in jail, I wouldn't talk to her, nigga Ayy, y'all think, y'all was playin' with You so motherfuckin' broke, I'd probably fuck the bitch you stayin' with Can't even help her with her bills, let alone get her hair did We gon' buy a couple 'bows and take 'em all, that's where the shred is, nigga [Outro] Come on, just like my daddy, I'm a pimp Lookin' for me? I'm in the mall with that shit Ten thousand in my pocket, draggin' bags with my bitch I got a Glock, she got a Glock, and in the car, we got a switch (BangThatShit)