Make Me Mad Pt.1 lyrics

[Intro: Screwly G]
Hmm (Ki, you cooked this?)

[Verse 1: Screwly G]
f*ck my opps alive and f*ck the ones that's dead inside the box (f*ck 'em)
Shouldn't have said my name, y'all got me mad, y'all got me out my top (These n*ggas done made me mad)
Finna say some names, let's keep it street and just not call the cops (Shh)
Hmm, alright, uh, n*gga say we can't post at the store (What?)
Last time your homie died, his b*tch ass died by the pump right there on the floor (Dumb-ass n*gga)
I heard Fat Quan just got his fat ass shot, must’ve thought we ain't gon' know (Phew, phew, phew-phew-phew)
JV knew it was over whеn they bounced out on him and couldn't evеn open his door (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Huh, alright, uh, who the f*ck is Lil Steve? That n*gga a ho (Who the f*ck?)
Tell a n*gga come to the M right now, we in front of this b*tch right now with ten poles (Come on)
We chased TyTy down them blocks for years, we popped him and his bros (Phew, phew, you know that)
n*ggas doin' interviews on them safe-ass blocks and n*ggas know we ain't know (Safe-ass n*gga)
Word From The Trenches did that vlog, so when we catch him, I'm taggin' his toe
Lame-ass n*gga puttin' people in the smoke on the 'Gram, I don't care, we still gon' score (f*ck 12)
I know an opp n*gga daddy died, hit eighty times, son still ain't roll (You know that)
Mont Mont got his dumb ass shot in the leg and crashed into a pole (Crash dummy-ass n*gga)
Huh, alright, uh, I'll come to the 'Raq right now and get busy (You know that)
Billy and Swagg mad I ain't wanna do a song, I'll come slap the sh*t out Billy (On foenem)
Swagg, your ass a b*tch, lookin' like type n*gga to go throw a party with Diddy (Old gay-ass n*gga)
n*gga said everybody who dissed Duck done died, but all his killers still livin'
Let them n*ggas just roam the streets just long enough 'til they went to prison (Old b*tch-ass n*gga)
That ain't no disrespect to Duck (At all), I'm just showin' the n*ggas who diss is b*tches
n*ggas in 'Zona or hidin' in Vegas, bring your b*tch ass back to the trenches (Stop hidin')
Them dudes tough on interviews for clout, but ain't killed sh*t for they n*ggas (Soft-ass n*gga)
n*ggas on YouTube talkin' 'bout street sh*t (The f*ck?), uh, I think Yella snitchin'
n*ggas ain't been to the 'Raq, tell them n*ggas come back, drop lo', I'll pull up blickin' (Grrah)
n*gga from 73rd, not 63rd (The f*ck?), Yella just wanted attention
Soon as we got off the phone, he did the vlog, these old-ass n*ggas be trippin' (Old-ass n*gga)
Hmm, alright, uh, we the main reason opps throw up a V (You know that)
We put an opp in the dirt, then spit on his grave, then went right back on a spree (b*tch)
Ever seen a rich n*gga spin out a foreign or jump out the back of an AMG? (Grrah)
Semi finna die from sickle cell, his ass in the hospital every week (Old sick-ass n*gga)
Alright, uh, broke-ass n*ggas ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t (You know that)
Always Screwly this and Screwly that, tell them n*ggas get off my di*k
Bro and Boogs got shot, but not by opps, still made sure somethin' got zipped (They know what happened)
n*ggas was on that safe-ass block, if we got that lo', would've spinned that b*tch (Grrah, grrah)
n*ggas recordin' the day, upload when they gone, on Tink, that's scary sh*t (The f*ck?)
Catch a n*gga ridin' on the E-way, do him like TJ, pull on side that b*tch (Pew-pew)
I can name ten different n*ggas got hit when we spinned, but that's how indictments hit (Shh)
I thought Twan was dead at Westside Foods, but he did what a possum did (That n*gga played dead)
We caught Lil Tae ridin' the bottom in a SRT, but he sped off fast (Yoom)
JB special ed, we don't give no f*ck, we still gon' smoke his ass (Old slow-ass n*gga)
Lil Tre made it to bend right there that day, shots fired, tired to clap his mans (Pew-pew)
We came in there and we all had pipes, but them was the only two pussies that ran (Made him use his feet)
None of 'em got off first, they ain't even hit back, they couldn't even box me in (You know that)
I felt the drill was sloppy, spinned back around and blew at they ass again (Pew, pew, pew-pew-pew-pew)
Lil Tae blowin' the Drac', I'm workin' the ARP, should've grabbed FN (Pew, pew, pew-pew)
I don't even why I argue with the opps, Lil Yai told me these n*ggas be fans (On foenem, I need to chill, blood)
Huh, alright, uh, uh, n*gga try to run, we gon' do him like Ricky (Uh-huh)
It's me, Opp, and 50 spinnin' the 100s right now tryna catch us a Risky (Grrah)
50 jump out with fifty, I jump out with sixty, Big Opp jump out with switchy (Phew-phew)
Before we went on the drill, pick up Kyro, slid with 150 (Kyro, what you on, Drench?)
Alright, uh, these n*ggas tryna hit where it hurt (Okay)
Billy say he smokin' Tink (The f*ck?), but don't even know him, we finna flame up j*rk
Your b*tch ass don't do sh*t but diss every time your friends get put in the hearse (n*gga, you better go spin)
n*gga, I'm rich as f*ck, I'll drop a dub on you and get you murked (You know that)
[Bridge: Screwly G & BloodHound Q50]
50, what you on, broski?
Long live my brother, he probably killed your b*tch-ass brother
Go

[Verse 2: BloodHound Q50]
Go, these n*ggas ain't did no killin'
I'm nineteen up a Zach LaVine, give a f*ck about rap, I'm still out spinnin'
BloodHound called, said he tryna go spin, we can spin downtown, last two got lifted
Speakin' of Lyfts, that b*tch-ass n*gga got caught in a Lyft and looked up, he sh*tted
JV died at the store with his ass out, Draco shots had him runnin' and trippin'
Spinnin' the 5 with Screw, he tryna bounce out broad day, we just keep on flippin'
Kobe and TaTa nice as f*ck, every time they seen me, them n*ggas was friendly
8Tre say we ain't up on them, these n*ggas be laced, they forgot about Clifton
I'm not a regular rapper, n*gga, ask about me, they know I got hats in the trenches
f*ck TJ, he was trollin' online, now his dumb ass dead, stopped a snake from hissin'
I know Dre mad as hell, his b*tch-ass brother out here ain't doin' no spinnin'
Ridin' for his gang, got left in an Uber, smoke Tre Tre, hit harder than Tooka
I don't give no f*ck if it's kids in the whip, get caught, I'm clappin', n*gga, go ask Dooda
When I spin that b*tch, I don't want no goofy, but I guess I'll settle for Mooka
67th the new 63rd, I clap ears together, n*gga, f*ck what you heard
If Tae want you dead, then you goin' in the dirt
Ridin' three deep, just me, Jeff, and Swerv, go

[Outro: BloodHound Q50]
Long live my brother, he probably killed your b*tch-ass brother
f*ck the opps crazy
f*ck all my opps and f*ck all Screwly opps
Matter of fact, we got the same opps, f*ck 'em