Mad Rappers

Lyrics

[Intro] (Haha, niggas crazy) (I'm with yo—, yeah) (I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man) [Chorus] Story of my life, I know they ain't like this shit (What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?) Long-ass clip in my mag' (Bitch, bitch), it look like a dick (Blatt, blatt) Thirty drum up on my blick (Slatt), I bet that bitch gon' hit (On Five) Rapper nigga mad I fucked his bitch, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Ha, ha) [Post-Chorus] Ha, ha (Niggas crazy, man) I don't give a fuck about 'em, let's go (Slatt) Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Slatt Rap-ass niggas ain't be talkin' 'bout shit (Say what?) Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? (What?) [Verse] Shit, I got them racks on me, yeah, I got them racks with me (I got them racks) My tint five percent, so I might fuck on a ten (Can't even see in this shit) I spent some bands on her neck, shawty, she want it again (I spent some bands on a bitch) I'm off a goddamn Addy, shawty, I pop me a ten (Now I just popped me a ten) I just copped me a ounce, I gotta re-up again (Say what?) I'm believin' in God, but I still commit the sins (The sins) I don't even want that pussy, that shit smell like fish (It smell like fish) I hit real gas, I don't even hit no pen (Hit no pen) And I know like, all these niggas wanna fuck my ho (And all these niggas) She say she got racks on her, okay, let's go (Okay, you poppin') I can't believe this bitch tried to play me like I'm broke (Okay), that shit a joke (What?) I cuddle all my bitches, damn, I love my hoes (Damn, I love my hoes) I YSL my necklace and that shit so froze (Damn, that shit so froze) Got a whole lotta money, got a bankroll (Got a bankroll) Just got me a new fire, told that nigga, "Lay low" (Told 'em, "Lay low") 'Cause I really got my pole (Haha, niggas crazy) (I'm with yo—, yeah, what?) I got my stick, lay low (I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man, what?) I got my stick, lay low (What?) I got my stick, lay low (I got a stick) [Chorus] Story of my life, I know they ain't like this shit (What the fuck you talkin' 'bout?) Long-ass clip in my mag' (Bitch, bitch), it look like a dick (Blatt, blatt) Thirty drum up on my blick (Slatt), I bet that bitch gon' hit (On Five) Rapper nigga mad I fucked his bitch, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Ha, ha) [Post-Chorus] (Rap-ass nigga) Ha, ha (Crazy-ass nigga) I don't give a fuck about 'em, let's go (Damn) Fuck you talkin' 'bout, nigga? Slatt Rap-ass niggas ain't be talkin' 'bout shit (Say what?) [Outro] Crazy (What?) (This bitch, man) Fuck goin', nigga? Slatt