Stay Mad lyrics

[Verse]
I said, whoa, go wash the leaf off with some f*ckin' water
Bih' tell ya dead folks I'm sorry, I'm tryna f*ck your daughter
And this b*tch really, really hoe, way before the b*tch, ever ran the martyr
I swear the Glock got a mind of its own, motherf*cka done got smarter
I swear this muhf*cka' buss when i tell it to
Yeah, f*ck n*gga, we breakin' hella rules
Hang with the mobb, that's what we use to
Doin' that job, n*gga loose screws
Gotta bring a coat outside, like igloo
And I'm gon' wipe that boy nose, no tissue
And we draw down on a opp, no pencil
I catch a opp, show his ass my pistol
I wanna be facе to face but, I'd just do that
Should I just bust shawty or should i just screw that
With H3llboy, n*gga, he just boolin
Play with thеm rules, n*gga, feel that fully
Put a price on his head, n*gga, like a mullet
Gotta fix Glock sight, n*gga, this b*tch crooked
I'ma shoot just like Johnny Green, but not no rookie
Ain't no opp comin' to this block, n*gga, 'cause they pus*y

[Verse 2]
Bust this Glock at his ass, he gushing
Nig' I ain't got no love for no n*gga, walk with a Glock named 'Tilda Matilda'
n*gga tote a SCCY 9, n*gga put his trust in them caterpillars
BabyLife Demon, n*gga, I would kill a n*gga, I'm a villain
Kilo so gone, man you n*ggas laughin' at me, a n*gga lookin' at the ceiling
Mm, I'm finna blow up, you ain't never felt that feeling
Mm, n*gga I'm finna pour up, wock in my f*cking system
n*gga call Spaz to get 'em, I'm for sure gon' blitz 'em
n*gga wanna have a shoot-out at my f*ckin' show, gotta pay that ticket first
n*gga you broke n*gga, all my opps broke, can't even get in
When I was young, get in where I fit in
Designer bag on my waist, but this hoe fitted
Shrooms in my system, and this sh*t trippy, hm
I f*cked two b*tches back to back, just like a counter
Just got a rack on rack, n*gga ain't stoppin'
Fake ass friend of mine, feel yall back stabbin'
Caught a pack on me, feel the damn weight, n*gga I'm not braggin'
I'm on the winnin' side, we ain't never lost
I lost a couple brothers to the chain, dawg
Mm, n*ggas be snitching, play ya cards right
WIll pull out that fye, I won't fist fight
Somebody get popped, soon as they get right
Ain't gon lie' it feel good, hop back on that mic
Locked up in the slums, n*gga had no life
[Verse 3]
Hm, hm, I drop down on a opp, do 'em bad
Pop out with that stick, with face mask
I don't give a f*ck, stay mad
Me and BandGang, gettin' hella bands
If I catch a opp, watch this n*gga ran
I'm on redan, made a opp ran
Free Lil' Lamb out that can
Hm, do it again if I got too
Hawk his ass down, like I "Hawk, Tuah"
Mm, lil n*gga get ate, dog food
Mm, junkie, they love dog food
Been beefin' wit' them n*ggas since rhude
GF, catch 'em, whack 'em
Mm, this Glock, its tan, but its blackish
b*tch can't stop sucking my di*k, she got fetish