Mad n*ggas lyrics

[Verse 1]
Come on, just like my daddy, I'm a pimp
Lookin' for me? I'm in the mall with that sh*t
Ten thousand in my pocket, draggin' bags with my b*tch
I got a Glock, she got a Glock, and in the car, we got a switch (n*gga)
Double cupped up
Irritated off these drugs, don't get f*cked up
We ain't beefin' 'bout no b*tch, you mad yours wanna f*ck us
Ridin' through your hood, you was outside, yeah, we lucked up
I woke up and got fresh just to chill inside the trap
Man, your b*tch suck the di*k so good, I ain't even give her back
Don't talk that money sh*t to me if you ain't even got ten racks
And if this rappin' sh*t don't work, then it's back to sellin' smack, n*gga

[Chorus]
I ain't nothin' like these rap n*ggas
I was born in the streets, real trap n*gga
If you want it, we'll really take your sh*t, we don't ask n*ggas
He ain't know I f*cked his ho, now he a mad n*gga
I ain't nothin' like these rap n*ggas
I was born in the streets, real trap n*gga
If you want it, we'll really take your sh*t, we don't ask n*ggas
He ain't know I f*cked his ho, now he a mad n*gga

[Verse 2]
If you ever seen me out, I had it on me
Uncle Elroy, catch him slippin', he like, "Not the Rollie"
I ain't stressin' 'bout no b*tch, just like Thug, keep it goin'
I take off on the plug, you the type of n*gga to owe him (Boy)
We done ran off on the plug twice
We see a rose gold presi', we probably finna have a good night
We takin' that, we sellin' that, go buy a cheap flight
I was the kid still outside after the streetlights
We all grew up playin' ball, then we stopped
Crazy how the tables turned, now we be only shootin' Glocks
I really got my own b*tch, but I f*ck other n*ggas' thots
Mama like, "What you want for Christmas?" I want a brick just like my pops
[Chorus]
I ain't nothin' like these rap n*ggas
I was born in the streets, real trap n*gga
If you want it, we'll really take your sh*t, we don't ask n*ggas
He ain't know I f*cked his ho, now he a mad n*gga
I ain't nothin' like these rap n*ggas
I was born in the streets, real trap n*gga
If you want it, we'll really take your sh*t, we don't ask n*ggas
He ain't know I f*cked his ho, now he a mad n*gga

[Verse 3]
Used to sit inside the trap by myself
Just me, my scale, my gun, and some dope
This ho sugar think I love her like my dope
I love money, you ain't got nothin' for me, you gotta go
She said I be actin' funny 'cause I barely even talk to her
These n*ggas like these hoes feelin' important, what is y'all doin'?
With them dilly-ass chains, show me y'all [?]
Man, your b*tch weak as hell, if I was in jail, I wouldn't talk to her, n*gga
Ayy, y'all think, y'all was playin' with
You so motherf*ckin' broke, I'd probably f*ck the b*tch you stayin' with
Can't even help her with her bills, let alone get her hair did
We gon' buy a couple 'bows and take 'em all, that's where the shred is, n*gga

[Outro]
Come on, just like my daddy, I'm a pimp
Lookin' for me? I'm in the mall with that sh*t
Ten thousand in my pocket, draggin' bags with my b*tch
I got a Glock, she got a Glock, and in the car, we got a switch
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