Why you mad they on my dick oh you just mad that you ain't hit
Bitch you a hoe you make me sick BTA that's belt to ass
We chase you down that whip go fast
We hoppin' out we all got masks
Why you mad we run the city belt ta ass ain't showin' pity
Hit his face ain't showin' mercy flip his whip he catchin' 30
ARP you know it's dirty make him dance he gettin' sturdy
Why you mad she choosin' me bitch I'm the shit as you can see
Come get her back she for the streets
Don't want your bitch nah you can keep her
What you mad I'm trollin' you if I see you I'm smokin' you
Put your ashes in my blunt, I'm high as f*ck I'm seein' ghosts
Bitch you the feds stop makin' posts Bando always do the most
Yo homie died he overdose
F*ck the opps I'm in my zone
If you ain't gang don't tap my phone if you a hoe yo name unknown
Don't got the time you gotta go don't ever think I'm movin' slow
I ain't the type bitch we can fight I always keep my blick at night
(Don't got the time you gotta go don't ever think I'm movin' slow)
Why you mad they on my dick oh you just mad that you ain't hit
Bitch you a hoe you make me sick BTA that's belt to ass
We chase you down that whip go fast
We hoppin' out we all got masks
Why you mad we run the city belt ta ass ain't showin' pity
Hit his face ain't showin' mercy flip his whip he catchin' 30
ARP you know it's dirty make him dance he gettin' sturdy
Why you mad she choosin' me bitch I'm the shit as you can see
Come get her back she for the streets
Don't want your bitch nah you can keep her
What you mad I took your bitch, come get her back she suckin' dick
Don't give no f*cks let's bump some heads these hallows knock off niggas' dreads
You talk too much that shit be fed get off the crib and make some bread
(F*ck is you at?)
I been outside all them niggas do is hide
It's been a year they still ain't slide that shit was dumb at least they tried
The block so hot you need your pole bitch we ain't cool I'll take your soul
Don't dap me up bitch we ain't bros you just mad I took your hoe
Don't need no help I got your lo don't get me started you'll get exposed
Why you mad they on my dick oh you just mad that you ain't hit
Bitch you a hoe you make me sick BTA that's belt to ass
We chase you down that whip go fast
We hoppin' out we all got masks
Why you mad we run the city belt ta ass ain't showin' pity
Hit his face ain't showin' mercy flip his whip he catchin' 30
ARP you know it's dirty make him dance he gettin' sturdy
Why you mad she choosin' me bitch I'm the shit as you can see
Come get her back she for the streets
Don't want your bitch nah you can keep her
Tmusi - Why you mad? Lyrics
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Why you mad they on my dick oh you just mad that you ain't hit
Bitch you a hoe you make me sick BTA that's belt to ass
We chase you down that whip go fast
We hoppin' out we all got masks
Why you mad we run the city belt ta ass ain't showin' pity
Hit his face ain't showin' mercy flip his whip he catchin' 30
ARP you know it's dirty make him dance he gettin' sturdy
Why you mad she choosin' me bitch I'm the shit as you can see
Come get her back she for the streets
Don't want your bitch nah you can keep her
What you mad I'm trollin' you if I see you I'm smokin' you
Put your ashes in my blunt, I'm high as f*ck I'm seein' ghosts
Bitch you the feds stop makin' posts Bando always do the most
Yo homie died he overdose
F*ck the opps I'm in my zone
If you ain't gang don't tap my phone if you a hoe yo name unknown
Don't got the time you gotta go don't ever think I'm movin' slow
I ain't the type bitch we can fight I always keep my blick at night
(Don't got the time you gotta go don't ever think I'm movin' slow)
Why you mad they on my dick oh you just mad that you ain't hit
Bitch you a hoe you make me sick BTA that's belt to ass
We chase you down that whip go fast
We hoppin' out we all got masks
Why you mad we run the city belt ta ass ain't showin' pity
Hit his face ain't showin' mercy flip his whip he catchin' 30
ARP you know it's dirty make him dance he gettin' sturdy
Why you mad she choosin' me bitch I'm the shit as you can see
Come get her back she for the streets
Don't want your bitch nah you can keep her
What you mad I took your bitch, come get her back she suckin' dick
Don't give no f*cks let's bump some heads these hallows knock off niggas' dreads
You talk too much that shit be fed get off the crib and make some bread
(F*ck is you at?)
I been outside all them niggas do is hide
It's been a year they still ain't slide that shit was dumb at least they tried
The block so hot you need your pole bitch we ain't cool I'll take your soul
Don't dap me up bitch we ain't bros you just mad I took your hoe
Don't need no help I got your lo don't get me started you'll get exposed
Why you mad they on my dick oh you just mad that you ain't hit
Bitch you a hoe you make me sick BTA that's belt to ass
We chase you down that whip go fast
We hoppin' out we all got masks
Why you mad we run the city belt ta ass ain't showin' pity
Hit his face ain't showin' mercy flip his whip he catchin' 30
ARP you know it's dirty make him dance he gettin' sturdy
Why you mad she choosin' me bitch I'm the shit as you can see
Come get her back she for the streets
Don't want your bitch nah you can keep her
Bitch you a hoe you make me sick BTA that's belt to ass
We chase you down that whip go fast
We hoppin' out we all got masks
Why you mad we run the city belt ta ass ain't showin' pity
Hit his face ain't showin' mercy flip his whip he catchin' 30
ARP you know it's dirty make him dance he gettin' sturdy
Why you mad she choosin' me bitch I'm the shit as you can see
Come get her back she for the streets
Don't want your bitch nah you can keep her
What you mad I'm trollin' you if I see you I'm smokin' you
Put your ashes in my blunt, I'm high as f*ck I'm seein' ghosts
Bitch you the feds stop makin' posts Bando always do the most
Yo homie died he overdose
F*ck the opps I'm in my zone
If you ain't gang don't tap my phone if you a hoe yo name unknown
Don't got the time you gotta go don't ever think I'm movin' slow
I ain't the type bitch we can fight I always keep my blick at night
(Don't got the time you gotta go don't ever think I'm movin' slow)
Why you mad they on my dick oh you just mad that you ain't hit
Bitch you a hoe you make me sick BTA that's belt to ass
We chase you down that whip go fast
We hoppin' out we all got masks
Why you mad we run the city belt ta ass ain't showin' pity
Hit his face ain't showin' mercy flip his whip he catchin' 30
ARP you know it's dirty make him dance he gettin' sturdy
Why you mad she choosin' me bitch I'm the shit as you can see
Come get her back she for the streets
Don't want your bitch nah you can keep her
What you mad I took your bitch, come get her back she suckin' dick
Don't give no f*cks let's bump some heads these hallows knock off niggas' dreads
You talk too much that shit be fed get off the crib and make some bread
(F*ck is you at?)
I been outside all them niggas do is hide
It's been a year they still ain't slide that shit was dumb at least they tried
The block so hot you need your pole bitch we ain't cool I'll take your soul
Don't dap me up bitch we ain't bros you just mad I took your hoe
Don't need no help I got your lo don't get me started you'll get exposed
Why you mad they on my dick oh you just mad that you ain't hit
Bitch you a hoe you make me sick BTA that's belt to ass
We chase you down that whip go fast
We hoppin' out we all got masks
Why you mad we run the city belt ta ass ain't showin' pity
Hit his face ain't showin' mercy flip his whip he catchin' 30
ARP you know it's dirty make him dance he gettin' sturdy
Why you mad she choosin' me bitch I'm the shit as you can see
Come get her back she for the streets
Don't want your bitch nah you can keep her
Writer: Messiah Burrs
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid