Why You Mad

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Toohda Band$ - Rap

Why You Mad

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[Intro] All these niggas mad 'cause I'm gettin' some money, nigga (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?) Yeah [Verse] How you mad 'cause I'm gettin' a bag? For all them niggas hated on me, I'm on niggas' ass Catch that nigga out in public, make that nigga crash Every time I catch an opp, they turnin' into Flash I ain't runnin' from a thing unless you work for task I told my youngin, "'Fore you do it, better wear a mask" In the trap cookin' work, they tappin' on the glass For all the shit that I was doing, I thought I'd never rap Police tried to take me out, but look, I made it back Niggas sour 'bout my music, they just hate the facts Mad that I'm gettin' racks Mad I pulled up in that Mad 'cause they bitch screamin', "Hayes," I hit it from the back She asked me how I know the game, I grew up in the trap On frontline with them killers, I ain't never left Give a fuck about the peons, you ain't cut my check Play it cool with a nigga, still'll cut your neck I used to shoot a basketball until I upped the TEC Nah, we ain't have a water fight, but we leave niggas wet I'ma put you on a chain, on a nigga neck All I know is fast money, I'ma chase a check Free my dogs out the kennel, I'm like, "Fuck the vet" Pop the door, we flee the scene, we in the fastest 'Cat We ain't trippin' 'bout no hoes, bruh, we passin' that Hood nigga in the 'burbs, like, imagine that They say I'm sloppy with the money, I'm just goin' up If you got diamonds on your wrist, my nigga, hold it up This for them niggas kept it solid, never folded up He a gangster in the streets, the county rolled it up Your mans died, he some pressure, I just rolled him up Your bitch said she wanna lick me, she just rolled me up Niggas mad they bitch talkin' and they spoke me up I got the buffies straight from Hutch, he really froze me up [Outro] They say I'm sloppy with the money, I'm just goin' up If you got diamonds on your wrist, my nigga, hold it up This for them niggas kept it solid, never folded up He a gangster in the streets, the county rolled it up Your mans died, he some pressure, I just rolled him up Your bitch said she wanna lick me, she just rolled me up Niggas mad they bitch talkin' and they spoke me up I got the buffies straight from Hutch, he really froze me up Ayy, Boogie What's up, nigga, you feelin' me, man? It's like a motherfuckin' spaceship, man You got the, um You feelin' me yet, man? You got gold VVS's on this motherfucker For sure, man, let me take you for a little spin, man Show you what it feel like Nah, I gotta go make these drop-offs, man Yo, you think you the only one out here workin', B? I gotta make drop-offs too, B Come on, man, get in, man, I ain't takin' no for an answer, man

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