​why r u mad? lyrics

[Intro]
Diamonds dancing on my f*cking wrist like I might f*ck your b*tch
I light up like a f*cking rocket ship, no I might rock your b*tch
Like b-b-b-b*tch ass n*gga don't try me
Thri-these n*ggas saying I'm not it
What's that sound like who, I sneeze achoo
My chopper gonna seize out a n*gga, bless you

[Interlude]
You sound like Tokyo and X put together
b*tch shut up I stole this flow don't give a f*ck, it still gon' make me rich as f*ck
He thought we light his liver up, b*tch n*gga you best give it up
Nah, I'm just playing a n*gga down, why yall n*ggas press as f*ck in the comments (yeah)

[Verse]
Okay huh, these n*ggas really be hoes, aye uh
W-W-What did your hoe say, uh
She wanna f*ck on a n*gga named bunk
These n*ggas hoes that really be, uh
Fetch a whole liter of vicinity, uh
These n*ggas act like they first and be fighting little b*tch I don't do that pretending be, uh

Smoke it like a port, I just left New York
f*cking that b*tch, I found out she a hoe
Got diamonds up on my wrist, I need more
n*ggas gon' hate till I'm on tour
n*ggas gon' hate untill I get the bankroll
Th-th-th-these n*ggas really be fake hoes
F-f-f-f*ck on your b*tch, make her face swole
That n*gga sent me the at, he ain't home (yeah)
I just wanna f*ck her from the back for cash
She said she want find us, she found a valley
These n*ggas hilarious, god that boy smart
My car fast and furious, that b*tch we want
These n*ggas really be on that f*ckery
Ain't no one touching me
Ain't no one gonna get up on me
I'm in the studio up to three a time
No these little n*ggas can't catch up to me
He wanna fight but he ducking me
He mad as f*ck, cause he found out his little b*tch was sucking me
Little b*tch, I keep that on top of me
These n*ggas be wilding, quit trippin'
Go ahead and get up with me

[Outro]
Aw yeah, they mad as f*ck at me
Like how I be on the chat when I'm s-s-stuttering
These n*ggas really be covering up for the cops
Someone doxed, someone's family is suffering