You Mad Yet Remix

Lyrics

[Intro] Shout out to my nigga Chris mp3 west baby Yea welcome to Brooklyn [Verse 1] I turn up nigga I turn up yea a nigga took all No more back burner still I shoot a nigga head Like a tree burner if it ain't about the cash then It don't concern us guranteed young and thuggin No nigga I'm in my own lane ain't no nigga get it Like I get it you mad though tell me why you mad Bitch I've been home two years I keep them happy [Verse 2] Don't fuck around with that doe now no more one on Ones I can code now the realest nigga in the game At the streets it's about time they all going to say the Same keep it coming to yourself fuck ghetto pain I'm A big dog nigga don't play with your chair pussy nigga You going to need a insurance I got some niggas that Will kill for me that's the shine [Verse 3] Yea all black all like me tone throwing gang signs get You reef thrown my niggas from the hood call me see About it eating season salad up in season palace I got Bad bitches coming with me and blowing cheques rolio Around My wrist I could bought a vet you is a batty boy Nigga you is a fuck boy my drug dealer pass got me Paranoid black bandon and free Harry Louver If it ain't The Audi mar then I'm a wear the Mula finessing is an Auto war you better have a ruler remix the nigga like a Diddy song the work touch down I'm a get and go that Pistol got them talking fast busy bomb I'm still eating From my last shit middle finger is you mad yet [Verse 4] I was mash up the black flur burn so I bought another one Broke up with my girl last night and fucked another one Open up the longer tall case brought the longer one Keep my feet on these pussy nigga like alright is son Homie you ain't mad yet you see me doing are we there Yet cop sucking niggas still watching you ain't feds yet Money over bull shit family over everything KOB show Them to the club wearing heavy bling making niggas Mad make these niggas want to kill me hustle real Hard these young gang bang feelin me it's certified the More you hate me the more you get it get them mad get Them angry and that's the way that we live [Verse 5] Glad that my nigga Turk back home disloyal nigga stab you In the backbone real niggas real niggas they only can relate I'm in the kitchen I'll be whipping macharoni till it's baked that Nigga phony his whole existence is only a mistake time bomb Ticking like a rolly when It's fake this is only for the great for All my homies in parole it's great weather it's better ruler for The state I go but lonely my soldier was possessed by the Trappers drug dealer dressed like a rapper nigga I got it Fresh about a rapper got it fresh about a batter I got sex by The plotter whoa some clopping till their guns rotten I might Pop it off in public where everyone watching I got to get a Dollar myself holding nigga on Instagram trying to follow Myself you heard