M4D lyrics

by

Young D


[Hook: J4yDiZz1e]

Like b*tch, Why the f*ck you mad

Why the f*ck you mad?

You had all the sh*t that I wished that I had

Like b*tch, Why the f*ck you mad

Why the f*ck so mad?

Why the f*ck you mad? Why the f*ck you mad? (x2)


[Verse 1: J4yDiZz1e]

Why The f*ck is you so mad lil b*tch

You had all the sh*t I wished I did

You didn't care when I struggled hard

You do not care who I'm out here with

f*ck all your stupid sh*t

I'm going off in the booth and I off on these beats and I

Stopped all the goofy sh*t

Just because I had to top on these goofy n*ggas

I used to be running Gucci sh*t

And you, you didn't do nothing you did me no favors

I used to blow on some smoke with no flavor

That sh*t was was nothing of abnormal papers

You wanted me dead and I seen it lately

All of that hoe sh*t yeah I peeped it lately

And the fact is I was calling you baby


[Bridge: J4yDiZz1e]

Why the f*ck you so Mad lil b*tch

Who told you you could laugh little b*tch

You was dancing on that mag lil b*tch

You can suck up on my dag lil b*tch

Now I'm speeding in a Jag lil b*tch

Now I'm gone just like my Dad lil b*tch

Who told you you could laugh lil b*tch

Why the f*ck you so mad?


[Verse 2: RaiThaGe]

I was here working alone, You left me off to go home

We haven't talked to in days, That must mean you went away

Yeah b*tch I'm sorry to say, That sh*t just never will faze

Me from your evilish ways, I seen you right through the way

I seen you right through the way, I had my brothers all with me

Telling me it was ok

They told me it was ok

f*ck all that simping sh*t n*gga, Thinking that I was all missing it n*gga

You got me f*cked up with that simping sh*t n*gga

I am a gangster out here I'm pimping sh*t n*gga

You thinking I'm crazy but my clique go brazy like

(GRA) yeah my sh*t vibrating

And yeah I shoot you with them tulips like daisy

You missing me f*ck all that new loving baby

It's done, You had ya chance now you leave me

And find you another n*gga tryna be me

Cause you are not getting the only real copies

On copies is made from me they copping bodies

I'm ill on this sh*t n*gga constipation

I f*ck up on your sister for retaliation

The blood on my hands is just calling to placement

And now I can dump all these n*ggas to gravement

Like damn, Yeah I'm the best and I've been it yeah!

Red scars all on me I'm in it yeah!

Who said I ain't the beginning? yeah!

Which one of you n*ggas been it? yeah!

I've been out here from 3rd inning! Yeah!

All n*ggas b*tches I'm winning! yeah!

Who said I ain't the beginning?


[Ending: RaiThaGe & J4yDiZz1e]

Like b*tch! Why you Mad?

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