n*gga Y.U mad I add the recipe to my raps you had your
Chance I use the trance to take sh*t to advance I'm
Taking my stance I'm back on my gangsta flow
I don't f*ck with the spam damn I be showing y'all a good t
Time this gonn be a summertime jam yall take exams on
My swag cause I'm gonna drag y'all to the bottom
Y'all smell like rotten milk I killed y'all motto I killed the lotto
Throw sum mo hundreds throw that pus*y back b*tch i
Switch up my flow cause I'm one of a kind I be on my
Mastermind grind I got rid of the whack n*ggas that's Y.U
Mad that's Y.U sad watch me break it down I run this town
I breakdown the barz like a tic tac toe you a hoe my bro
Jrizzy and Brainbusta stay killin every rap n*gga that come
Face us girl put that face down and your ass up I be
In da club getting my groove on I move like jagger
I'm the one and only rapper that I be on my cool sh*t
This song Y.U mad it's so legit that I let desperate b*tches
Massages my di*k my topic is so sick y'all some tragic n*ggas
That's Y.U Mad I be getting my sales on billboards yeah I shine like gold
Y'all clusters I'm taking over the universe y'all got them fake converses
It's so worthless for y'all cause to verse Jordeezy and YoungDeezy
Cause they both go hard as sh*t Jordeezy been dead and gone
YoungDeezy taken over his soul yeah I'm an as*h*le but girls love it
Rich kid verse 2
Lyrics:
Im blasting sh*t
b*tches on my johnson no magic sh*t
n*ggas talking crazy about my city i ain't having it
Talking about new york fell off, ain't that some sh*t
If i ever see us falling off i bet im catching it
Paper on your head through a phone call im faxing sh*t
Oh and i get a quarter back and i sack a b*tch
Adding b*tches subtracting b*tches that mathamatic sh*tt
Run up on your block and u get shocked when that static hit
Im acting up, u r l smack it up
Now u mad as f*ck. you n*ggas softer than saggy nuts
Im stacking up this dough hotter than dragon butt
My flow catching up you ugly couldn't bag a sl*t
I was never used to
Being what i used to
n*ggas carrying more than one strap so i used to
Always have to watch my own back so im used to
Talking to myself u would have thought i had a blue tooth
Y.U n*ggas hating...Y.U n*ggas mad
Trea-Dae verse 3
Yo why you mad
Stop being a trashbag and get glad
Jordeezy is my comrade
Like we was in a war cuz everybody getting mad
I dont claim to have 22 in my hand
The only thing I have is sand
Cuz i'll put ya to sleep like the sandman
30% rubber band man
Bombing pus*y like a kamikaze
Every couple seconds i claim another victim
Is they survive then they suffer from stigmatism
Shut their whole body down like it was a system
Then tell them they had nothing to be mad or over
Next time you come after me make sure your sober
But at the end of the day imma ask you
Y u mad son?
Verse 4 jrizzy
Uh, Look
I got RichKid, Deezy, and my dawg Trae with me
The only realest day one n*ggas with me
I heard you talkin' about my music and how it ain't sh*t
My n*gga, when was the last time you made a hit?
When was the last time, you got propped for a feature?
I got bars to give you a sugar rush then drop with a seizure
I got bars. hooks, flows, and even 808 tricks
Money, weed, lean, codeine and even yo' b*tch
So don't tryna ask me for any collaborations
Coz we did it already, it's just celebrations
I'm got the colors of a zebra, I'm mixed
You got ghost writers, your hooks are fixed
We kill every track we're featured on
I could even finish you on a one-on-one
We're attached to this b*tch Like a Pad
Yeah, but just tell me, Y U Mad?
And Look, I'm not tryna make you sound bad
So my n*gga, just tell me, Y U mad?