"MadMan" lyrics

Shit, you stay down... Shit you might can pop this shit, shit gone feel like overnight
Then you start smiling
Shit sound too good to be true don't it? (Too good)
Too good

300 hundred ft inside the air
On the way to LA
Tryna find a way to escape
Niggas say they down but they ain't
I got baguettes up on my neck, now these bitches choosing
We turned Dior into the club shout out Metro Boomin (Metro!)
I lost my dog it broke my heart, shit had left me clueless
Now I rock out on they block for fun, time to shoot a movie
They screamin Mad Man, Mad Man, Baby Drill don't fucking do it
All these niggas be talking bout Glocks and sticks but ain't gone fucking use it

Tryna go big on big
Time is money, and I got money nigga
Speaking on the gang gone have the whole hood bombin at ya (Bomb!)
Youngin' doing shows and taking trips, shit can't get no better
Never see my opps them niggas ghosts reminding me of Casper
Broke ass nigga been hating (hating) on me see I'm going up
Can't leave the house without that Gen 5 that bitch there sleep with us
Introduced that nigga to CNN News I heard him creeping up
We sent a message to them niggas now they know wassup

300 hundred ft inside the air
On the way to LA
Tryna find a way to escape
Niggas say they down but they ain't
I got baguettes up on my neck, now these bitches choosing
We turned Dior into the club shout out Metro Boomin (Metro!)
I lost my dog it broke my heart, shit had left me clueless
Now I rock out on they block for fun, time to shoot a movie
They screamin Mad Man, Mad Man, Baby Drill don't fucking do it
All these niggas be talking bout Glocks and sticks but ain't gone fucking use it (Shh Shh)