"Mad 2" lyrics

You be faking it wasn't meant to be friends (Fake!)
These niggas they get faker by the day
That Glock I shoot that bitch a bust like count Que
On the gang, Pay day it look like I robbed the bank
I'm movin militant nigga
Back up before I kill me a nigga
Money fetish now I'm feelin it nigga
It's her birthday yea she killin it nigga
Bad bitch kinda smell like vanilla
Goin ape in the pussy I turn Godzilla
Smoking on dope top tier, hoe
I left the bitch she wanted me to stay like a hotel
But baby you a motel
You lost me oh well
I met a bitch straight from hell
She a demon but you can't even tell
With the gang kinda like the cartel
New money smell like new carpet smell
Off the lean feel like I went to Yale
She giving head she went to Yale
Bitch I'm big W ain't no taking no L
Smoke dope 3 5 on the scale
Sippin' on drink it look like I am under a spell
Bitch nigga why the hell you so frail
Fucked dat hoe but I ain't kiss and tell
Lean showing in my white blood cells (Go go go)
Sippin' so much drink I turned purple myself
They deleted my page bitches want clout so bad
Post the picture and the caption #explorepage with you lame ass
Save yo money it's okay to have the same cash
You know I robbed lil fella I see 12 I'm doing the dash
Y'all ain't get it nigga Dame Dash
You missed all those where yo aim at?
You hear that then get lost, man
HA HA HA HA HA laughing at the opps mad

HA HA HA HA HA laughing at the opps they mad
Fa fa fa fa fa that's a Glock clip not a promag
HA HA HA HA HA laughing at the opps they mad
Fa fa fa fa fa that's a Glock clip not a promag