You Mad* lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Tecca]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
You mad
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Menoh!

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
And none of these n*ggas drippin' like me
None of these n*ggas like me
I got your ho f*ckin' with me
I'm f*ckin' these hoes since I'm fifteen
I'm clappin' that sh*t like a f*ckin' piece
I hit Gucci, I need no receipts
Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen
And, yeah, your b*tch she like me
And none of these n*ggas, they like me
[Verse 1: Pasto Flocco]
I got the sauce go down
Dissin' on the game, tell that n*gga he a clown
Grind everyday, to make my momma proud
b*tch, I'm feelin' like the king, someone give me the crown
She was fallin' in love, had to tell her slow down
Spinnin' his block, yeah, we goin' around
If you not my n*gga, not gettin' a pound
Feelin' like Fivio, screamin' like, "Baow"

[Interlude: Pasto Flocco]
Yeah, angelic
Angelic, yeah, angelic
Angelic, yeah, angelic
Yeah, Pasto Flocco, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
And none of these n*ggas drippin' like me
None of these n*ggas like me
I got your ho f*ckin' with me
I'm f*ckin' these hoes since I'm fifteen
I'm clappin' that sh*t like a f*ckin' piece
I hit Gucci, I need no receipts
Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen
And, yeah, your b*tch she like me
And none of these n*ggas, they like me
[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
None of these n*ggas like me
I got your ho f*ckin' with me
I'm f*ckin' these hoes since I'm fifteen
I'm clappin' that sh*t like a f*ckin' piece
I hit Gucci, I need no receipts
Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen
And, yeah, your b*tch she like me
And none of these n*ggas, they like me
But shawty she want me, I know
It's a bag incoming
f*ckin' your b*tch and she been comin'
Had a dream, yeah, I been wantin' it
In this sh*t, yeah, I been got it
Slimin' n*ggas like I'm Lil Gotit
Took a lil' b*tch to the tropics
I don't rap, n*gga, I just talk sh*t
Why you mad? "I don't know"
Get the sack on the low, get the pack on the low, I'm spazzin' out
And n*ggas, they runnin' their mouth
Remember when these n*ggas doubted
She want an invite to my house
Babygirl got me laughing
Why you mad? "I don't know"
Get the sack on the low, get the pack on the low, I'm spazzin' out
And n*ggas, they runnin' their mouth
Remember when these n*ggas doubted
She want an invite to my house
Babygirl got me laughing
[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
And none of these n*ggas drippin' like me
None of these n*ggas like me
I got your ho f*ckin' with me
I'm f*ckin' these hoes since I'm fifteen
I'm clappin' that sh*t like a f*ckin' piece
I hit Gucci, I need no receipts
Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen
And, yeah, your b*tch she like me
And none of these n*ggas, they like me