Madden Bullets lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(I got SkilliesMadeIt on the 808s)
n*gga, uh
We just gon' walk this b*tch down, we ain't even gon' think too hard on this one
(I got Brizz on the beat, he go crazy)

[Verse]
This mic I'm rappin' on cost like eleven thousand
If you my main b*tch, I might call you my baby mama, huh
I be talkin', though, don't let that sh*t go to your head, huh
It's a killswitch on the 'Cat, he thought that b*tch was dead
If it's up, don't be on that sneaky sh*t, bro, tell me how we playin' it
I get on the phone with n*ggas 'cause I wanna hear just how you sayin' it
I got a brick of blues, I can't even double rubber band it
All these hoes be goin' for real, bro, they be fakin' fancy
We already did that four-door sh*t, it's time to swap a Chally
Woke up in the 'Raq, then next day, took off straight to Cali
Don't try to press me 'bout no b*tches, it's gon' make me madder
She in the front seat in my Scat', like, baby, you the baddest
I'm so high, if I blink, might go to sleep, huh
You might see them guys with that ski, they with me, that's my brother 'nem
I ain't gon' lie, it's hard for me to admit when I be f*ckin' up
Doin' donuts with the chop, screamin' they can't f*ck with us
I should go buy two tennis chains just to go play double dutch
He don't even know to this day I was ridin' 'round with my brother gun
Huh, I love all my hoes, they all show me love
Told a n*gga to flip some of these 'bows, but he kept rollin' up
I might get a Bnb this week just because
Bro keep Glocky with the di*k, I think he a stud, huh
I miss goin' on the run, bro, that sh*t was fun
Snatch off in a striker every time the boys come flick us up
I don't even know you n*ggas, so tell me how you lit as us
Can't even drink lean in the Hellcat 'cause I might spill a cup
We ain't talk in a couple days, she say I'm changin' on her
Duh, b*tch, like what, I'm 'posed to stay the same or somethin'?
Money can't change me, matter fact, bro, I been changin' money
If you knew what the chain cost, you'd probably think I'm crazy or somethin'
I keep f*ckin'— uh, uh, wait
I keep f*ckin' up, I—
I keep f*ckin' up, this my third time tellin' 'em start it back
Stamped rappin' 'bout strikers, we the ones that started that
I can't f*ck with her 'cause she be tryna keep her heart attached
Wearin' the Chrome Heart in the summer, I almost caught a heart attack
These is not no Madden bullets, these gon' be a lil' hard to catch
Yes, I'm wearin' a f*ckin' belt, they saggin' 'cause my pockets filled
I got a problem treatin' my hoes like we locked for real
Better put your whip in sport, we turn your sh*t to Crocs for real
Have lil' bro pull up, put holes in it
I was just buyin' arena tickets, now I'm doin' shows in it
I ain't gon' lie, I'm kinda picky, I only f*ck with cold b*tches
We on your ass since you in my business, shouldn't've stuck your nose in it
I got hoes too, baby, you ain't gotta lie
I ain't gonna force you to do some sh*t with me, you ain't gotta slide, huh
She keep playin' detective, once you catch me, you gon' cry
Just talked to my PO, he said can't miss another drop
I ain't tryna hear that sh*t, I'm still out trippin' with the yop
This b*tch got fifty miles, them n*ggas picked it off the lot
I made this money today, that's why this sh*t up in a knot
Walked in the mall with 5K 'cause I wasn't really tryna spend a lot
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
I wasn't really tryna spend a lot
Walked in the mall with 5K
Walked inside the mall with 5K, ain't tryna spend a lot
I don't know why these hoes talkin' crazy like I ain't spin they block
Like I ain't hit they top
I ain't hit they, yeah