MAD p*ssT lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Ashton C, turn this motherf*cker up)
(Aha-ha-ha)

[Chorus: OKG Delo]
Yeah, we got mad sticks
Hundred band licks
n*ggas mad p*ssed
Trappin' when I'm fasting, astaghfirullah
We get the drop, send him to God, we do him badly
The Glock is mad cheap
If she ain't bad, then beat it
I got a thing for ass and titties, I need the baddest b*tches
n*ggas broke, don't be mad at me
New friends turn to casualties
Get crazy on the Grandravine
Across the street, get slimy

[Verse 1: OKG Delo]
Bullets connect his top, he dying
Stolos, we need more
One died, need three more
When they ride out, use a keyboard
Pockets stuffed up with that bloody money, sh*t get ugly-ugly
Rap beef ain't nothing to me
If he at me, he got something comin' (Skrrt)
Bro wanna crash, I'm going
Feds on our ass, we floorin'
I ain't going bad, like no way
I don't really care what they all say
Don't lose your life in here
They ain't about the life, it's clear
It's all for the hype, I swear
It's all for the hype, I swear
[Chorus: OKG Delo]
Yeah, we got mad sticks
Hundred band licks
n*ggas mad p*ssed
Trappin' when I'm fasting, astaghfirullah
We get the drop, send him to God, we do him badly
The Glock is mad cheap
If she ain't bad, then beat it
I got a thing for ass and titties, I need the baddest b*tches
n*ggas broke, don't be mad at me
New friends turn to casualties
Get crazy on the Grandravine
Across the street, get slimy

[Verse 2: Duvy]
My partners really grimy
Catch a body, don't talk about it
Now they gotta find us
We got mad sticks
Hundred band licks
I know it go down, I'm a fool if I leave my mask, I'm out chasin'
How four n*ggas in this car, only two n*ggas hop out blastin'?
Lil' bro said he need more forties, need no fashion
I was f*ckin' up package, so much time, it made no sense
Sub drills, I'm high off life, f*ck the meds
Took too much time to hit me back, I think you a fed
[Chorus: OKG Delo & Duvy]
Yeah (Yeah), we got mad sticks (Mad)
Hundred band licks
n*ggas mad p*ssed
Trappin' when I'm fasting, astaghfirullah
We get the drop, send him to God, we do him badly
The Glock is mad cheap
If she ain't bad, then beat it
I got a thing for ass and titties, I need the baddest b*tches
n*ggas broke, don't be mad at me
New friends turn to casualties
Get crazy on the Grandravine
Across the street, get slimy
Bullets connect his top, he dying