They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Shit is so sad
Me and yung wise gon be getting the Bags
The haters they all will be kissing our Ass
I put powder so you see the print of The stach
I don't care what yu niggas do
Like a redneck bitch I'm nigga proof
This nina here is black asf
I nicknamed it jiggaboo
Ya dig ya dig
She f*cking on me
Cause the dick on fleek
I'm snapping that hoe
Ain't talking bout pic
Bitch im a winner
And I really mean that
I got the heat
I came to f*ck up the winter
Catch me a plate
Then go get some some dinner
Dont roll the dice
Don't f*ck with me if not ready to die
I catch me ah body and hide in Dubai
If you got problems the pistol I'm Packing I pop yu like pimples and Piss on your casket
Shoota do damage translate that in Spanish
Don't bring her around cause yo Bitch is rachet
F*ck wit me let's get it crackin
All you rappers really laggin
Like Soulja slim I make it happen
Shawty booty bouncing got it clappin
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
I try to tell niggas do not get me Started
I'm puffin that stanky you thought That I farted
Yo bitch gave brain now I think she Retarted
Did it for the gang and she let me Record it
Don't get it twisted
I'm not to f*ck with
I'm not to talk to
F*ck with this niggas
My nigga I try not to
I like all goes guetto and natural
Don't worry bout nun Mom
Know that I got you
I'm going fast they not gon catch up
I do what I please
I live like a bachelor
When you do what they can't
Then they get mad at you
The the other day I had to tell a hoe
It's not when you can
It's when I want to
When they see you winning
Now you the one
They wanna talk to
If I don't make it
At least I tried to
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
Yung Wi$3 & Shoota Baby - MAD Lyrics
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English
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Shit is so sad
Me and yung wise gon be getting the Bags
The haters they all will be kissing our Ass
I put powder so you see the print of The stach
I don't care what yu niggas do
Like a redneck bitch I'm nigga proof
This nina here is black asf
I nicknamed it jiggaboo
Ya dig ya dig
She f*cking on me
Cause the dick on fleek
I'm snapping that hoe
Ain't talking bout pic
Bitch im a winner
And I really mean that
I got the heat
I came to f*ck up the winter
Catch me a plate
Then go get some some dinner
Dont roll the dice
Don't f*ck with me if not ready to die
I catch me ah body and hide in Dubai
If you got problems the pistol I'm Packing I pop yu like pimples and Piss on your casket
Shoota do damage translate that in Spanish
Don't bring her around cause yo Bitch is rachet
F*ck wit me let's get it crackin
All you rappers really laggin
Like Soulja slim I make it happen
Shawty booty bouncing got it clappin
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
I try to tell niggas do not get me Started
I'm puffin that stanky you thought That I farted
Yo bitch gave brain now I think she Retarted
Did it for the gang and she let me Record it
Don't get it twisted
I'm not to f*ck with
I'm not to talk to
F*ck with this niggas
My nigga I try not to
I like all goes guetto and natural
Don't worry bout nun Mom
Know that I got you
I'm going fast they not gon catch up
I do what I please
I live like a bachelor
When you do what they can't
Then they get mad at you
The the other day I had to tell a hoe
It's not when you can
It's when I want to
When they see you winning
Now you the one
They wanna talk to
If I don't make it
At least I tried to
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Shit is so sad
Me and yung wise gon be getting the Bags
The haters they all will be kissing our Ass
I put powder so you see the print of The stach
I don't care what yu niggas do
Like a redneck bitch I'm nigga proof
This nina here is black asf
I nicknamed it jiggaboo
Ya dig ya dig
She f*cking on me
Cause the dick on fleek
I'm snapping that hoe
Ain't talking bout pic
Bitch im a winner
And I really mean that
I got the heat
I came to f*ck up the winter
Catch me a plate
Then go get some some dinner
Dont roll the dice
Don't f*ck with me if not ready to die
I catch me ah body and hide in Dubai
If you got problems the pistol I'm Packing I pop yu like pimples and Piss on your casket
Shoota do damage translate that in Spanish
Don't bring her around cause yo Bitch is rachet
F*ck wit me let's get it crackin
All you rappers really laggin
Like Soulja slim I make it happen
Shawty booty bouncing got it clappin
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
I try to tell niggas do not get me Started
I'm puffin that stanky you thought That I farted
Yo bitch gave brain now I think she Retarted
Did it for the gang and she let me Record it
Don't get it twisted
I'm not to f*ck with
I'm not to talk to
F*ck with this niggas
My nigga I try not to
I like all goes guetto and natural
Don't worry bout nun Mom
Know that I got you
I'm going fast they not gon catch up
I do what I please
I live like a bachelor
When you do what they can't
Then they get mad at you
The the other day I had to tell a hoe
It's not when you can
It's when I want to
When they see you winning
Now you the one
They wanna talk to
If I don't make it
At least I tried to
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
They gon be mad
Cus it's me
Writer: Haisson Villareal, James Cheatteam
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Yung Wi$3 & Shoota Baby
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Haisson Villareal, James Cheatteam