Mad lyrics

[Chorus]
These n*ggas mad, dunk‚ pop
They better chill‚ they better stop
You run up on me‚ somebody gettin' shot
I'm talkin' 'bout shows, I do 'em a lot
I'm talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm talkin' bout guap
{?}
I gotta cherish her‚ I got a shot
I'm in the sprinter, gettin' ready, gettin' hot
These n*ggas mad‚ dunk, pop
They better chill, they better stop
You run up on me, somebody gettin' shot
I'm talkin' 'bout shows, I do 'em a lot
I'm talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm talkin' bout guap
{?}
I gotta cherish her, I got a shot
I'm in the sprinter, gettin' ready, gettin' hot

[Verse]
f*ck how they feelin', they ain't BDB
You f*ck stank hoes, you get {?}
Imma be rich in about six weeks
Throw me the ball, that's a {?}
I can't f*ck with y'all, 'cause you f*ck with me
My momma cried when I told her we gon' eat
Shout out to baby for makin' it sweet
Pass me in views, lil n*gga, in a week
Suck up the gang, lil n*gga, it's free
Stuck in my lane, my n*gga, I'm just me
I'm done with lil mama, now she gotta flee
I don't want the pus*y if I can't get the knees
I don' got boujee, baby, please
If he ain't know {?}, he can't go with me
Just ran off on a n*gga last week
{?}, I can tell you sweet
Only n*gga with one dread, n*gga that's me
Lil b*tch a dog, she got fleas
Talkin' 'bout how they on, that was 03
b*tch I stay in the club, with no I.D
Everywhere that I go, they notice me
And no I don't sing, {?}
Used to owe the plug, now he owin' me
[Chorus]
These n*ggas mad, dunk, pop
They better chill, they better stop
You run up on me, somebody gettin' shot
I'm talkin' 'bout shows, I do 'em a lot
I'm talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm talkin' bout guap
{?}
I gotta cherish her, I got a shot
I'm in the sprinter, gettin' ready, gettin' hot
These n*ggas mad, dunk, pop
They better chill, they better stop
You run up on me, somebody gettin' shot
I'm talkin' 'bout shows, I do 'em a lot
I'm talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm talkin' bout guap
{?}
I gotta cherish her, I got a shot
I'm in the sprinter, gettin' ready, gettin' hot

[Verse]
f*ck how they feelin', they ain't BDB
Sign me a deal, bought rings first week
I heard he hatin', I taxed him on the fee
Ain't no way he gettin' sh*t for the cheap
Ain't no way he gettin' more than me
But my room on the twelfth, but your room on the three
I had to trap, but I had to leave
Cause I get more money than I ever seen
{?}, what do you mean
I was only trappin', 'cause that's how I eat
That money good, but this money sweet
Imma have 'nough money to fill up the street
Straight out of Charlotte, I come from the East
{?}
Did a show in L.A. and went back to the beach
Me and my b*tch, that's a beautiful piece
[Chorus]
These n*ggas mad, dunk, pop
They better chill, they better stop
You run up on me, somebody gettin' shot
I'm talkin' 'bout shows, I do 'em a lot
I'm talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm talkin' bout guap
{?}
I gotta cherish her, I got a shot
I'm in the sprinter, gettin' ready, gettin' hot
These n*ggas mad, dunk, pop
They better chill, they better stop
You run up on me, somebody gettin' shot
I'm talkin' 'bout shows, I do 'em a lot
I'm talkin' 'bout hoes, I'm talkin' bout guap
{?}
I gotta cherish her, I got a shot
I'm in the sprinter, gettin' ready, gettin' hot