"Frustrated" lyrics
(feat. Jim Jones & 40 Cal)
[Jim Jones:]
Chyeah
You know who we are, nigga
Dipset, Byrdgang
Most powerful, conglomerate in this bitch, nigga, haha
We got you niggas frustrated right now 'cause we gettin' money
It's our time, motherfucker, don't be mad
You lil' dirty motherfuckers, haha
I should've sent the street sweeper through there and clean you motherfuckers up
But I'ma fall back a lil' bit
Hey, Max, holler at 'em
[Max B:]
What's the matter, you wanna be down with the team? (Byrdgang)
Mad at the gang 'cause all my niggas get green (Gettin' money, ow)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
You can ask about them niggas, they tote the chrome (Tote the chrome)
Fuck you talkin'? I'ma blow a hole in your dome (Blow a hole, bitch)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
I got these niggas, they frustrated 'cause this curtains for your love
Losing they swag, talking shit, searching for a buzz
But they won't get it from me
Only thing you gettin' when you go against Biggavell is a bullet in your T
Kept the 38 in the waist, pulley in the V
Crispy constructs, button ups, hoodies for the ski
This a goodie to me, I'm makin' better deposit
Know some niggas that'll do you for 7's in my closet
You seen us in ATL, gettin' up in the coupes
I tried to pass him a big, he tried to sell me a boost (Lame-ass nigga)
Like, these niggas fallin' off
Weak as a fuck, you don't want no war, so call it off
All them niggas will tell you that the Dons ball to ball
Fruity coupes, jewelries, coppers wall to wall
Fuck with the bitches, smokin' piff and go on all the tours
Hit all your whores and go all in 'em raw (Ow)
What's the matter, you wanna be down with the team? (Byrdgang)
Mad at the gang 'cause all my niggas get green (Gettin' money, ow)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
You can ask about them niggas, they tote the chrome (Tote the chrome)
Fuck you talkin'? I'ma blow a hole in your dome (Blow a hole, bitch)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
[40 Cal:]
40, It's my way or the highway
You can tell I'm G
See I'm the truth, through expressways, the L.R.E
But I Jackie-Rob niggas, get it pipe bomb [?]
Highway bridge, my bracelets the Whitestone bridge
Chain Yellow Brick Road, the way the heroin bone spark
Rings that match, what I call Yellowstone Park
But now I start to get the Town Stone (Pound Stone)
So the next stone your boy cops, better be a Brown Stone
I tote wild chrome, bullets in the clip hot, how I download
Big guns, snug got a clown nose
I'm like DOW Jones, my style known
And you don't need a pizza spot to get me out a calzone
These niggas not aware, somethin' gonna pop 'em there
Shots through his Rocawear, no less than doctor chairs (Doctor chairs)
And that's all of a dollar there
I turn your game, how to clear war into Solitaire
[Max B:]
What's the matter, you wanna be down with the team? (Byrdgang)
Mad at the gang 'cause all my niggas get green (Gettin' money, ow)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
You can ask about them niggas, they tote the chrome (Tote the chrome)
Fuck you talkin'? I'ma blow a hole in your dome (Blow a hole, bitch)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
[Jim Jones:]
And we the hot boys in the city (Dipset)
Dips and Byrdgang got the toys looking pretty (Flossin')
I hit the town, the boys come and frisk me (Fuck 'em)
They wanna take me in and tell my lawyer come and get me
They frustrated, they mad that we made it
Affiliated with the street, they know I'm still gang related (We the MOB, nigga)
So fuck coppin' out to charges, livin' the fast life, hoppin' out of Maserati's (Ballin')
This lil' nigga buggin', used to be Diddy's jeweler (Jewler)
You fuckin' with a G that'll put six up in your medulla
Fuckin' with the MOB, nigga that'll do ya (Get 'em)
So if you wanna ball, I'm runnin' with the shooters (Dipset)
Faggot ass, knew you wasn't official (Fucker)
Back in '97 when Cudda Love used to diss you (That Cudda song)
This faggot Mase let you sleep in the house
I was ballin' out of clubs, spillin' drinks on the couch
Motherfucker
[Max B:]
What's the matter, you wanna be down with the team? (Byrdgang)
Mad at the gang 'cause all my niggas get green (Gettin' money, ow)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
You can ask about them niggas, they tote the chrome (Tote the chrome)
Fuck you talkin'? I'ma blow a hole in your dome (Blow a hole, bitch)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
[Jim Jones:]
Uh, hey, why you niggas frustrated?
'Cause we ball on your punk ass?
Hey, don't be mad at me, nigga, be mad at the gang
You just like Ricky MartÃn and shit blowing kisses at the TV, huh
Now you fell short, or somethin', nigga
Smell me? huh, you see us hoppin' out them high performance vehicles
From Italy and London and all that and shit
Last time I seen you nigga, you was in the maximum, nigga
Livin' in some shit hole in motherfucking Jersey City or some dumb shit like that, nigga
You know where we livin', nigga, I live in the sky shit, penthouse shit, motherfucker
Smell me? And no, we don't want no burn out phones and no boost phones, nigga
We don't sell drugs, nigga, we make millions, you stupid motherfucker
Petty-ass hustler, I ain't gonna waste too much energy on you lil' nigga
I can't even talk straight 'cause you a faggot
You a funny nigga to me though
Smell me? You know what it is, Harlem, 15th and Lenox, bang, bang
Hey, my man Duski said give 'em back that lunch money, nigga
You know what he was getting on 26th, you kept askin' 'em for them dollars 'cause you was hungry, motherfucker
Don't front on us, nigga, front on yourself dick sucker
Jones, Capo, motherfucker, Byrdgang
Mobbin' on you niggas
Chyeah
You know who we are, nigga
Dipset, Byrdgang
Most powerful, conglomerate in this bitch, nigga, haha
We got you niggas frustrated right now 'cause we gettin' money
It's our time, motherfucker, don't be mad
You lil' dirty motherfuckers, haha
I should've sent the street sweeper through there and clean you motherfuckers up
But I'ma fall back a lil' bit
Hey, Max, holler at 'em
[Max B:]
What's the matter, you wanna be down with the team? (Byrdgang)
Mad at the gang 'cause all my niggas get green (Gettin' money, ow)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
You can ask about them niggas, they tote the chrome (Tote the chrome)
Fuck you talkin'? I'ma blow a hole in your dome (Blow a hole, bitch)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
I got these niggas, they frustrated 'cause this curtains for your love
Losing they swag, talking shit, searching for a buzz
But they won't get it from me
Only thing you gettin' when you go against Biggavell is a bullet in your T
Kept the 38 in the waist, pulley in the V
Crispy constructs, button ups, hoodies for the ski
This a goodie to me, I'm makin' better deposit
Know some niggas that'll do you for 7's in my closet
You seen us in ATL, gettin' up in the coupes
I tried to pass him a big, he tried to sell me a boost (Lame-ass nigga)
Like, these niggas fallin' off
Weak as a fuck, you don't want no war, so call it off
All them niggas will tell you that the Dons ball to ball
Fruity coupes, jewelries, coppers wall to wall
Fuck with the bitches, smokin' piff and go on all the tours
Hit all your whores and go all in 'em raw (Ow)
What's the matter, you wanna be down with the team? (Byrdgang)
Mad at the gang 'cause all my niggas get green (Gettin' money, ow)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
You can ask about them niggas, they tote the chrome (Tote the chrome)
Fuck you talkin'? I'ma blow a hole in your dome (Blow a hole, bitch)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
[40 Cal:]
40, It's my way or the highway
You can tell I'm G
See I'm the truth, through expressways, the L.R.E
But I Jackie-Rob niggas, get it pipe bomb [?]
Highway bridge, my bracelets the Whitestone bridge
Chain Yellow Brick Road, the way the heroin bone spark
Rings that match, what I call Yellowstone Park
But now I start to get the Town Stone (Pound Stone)
So the next stone your boy cops, better be a Brown Stone
I tote wild chrome, bullets in the clip hot, how I download
Big guns, snug got a clown nose
I'm like DOW Jones, my style known
And you don't need a pizza spot to get me out a calzone
These niggas not aware, somethin' gonna pop 'em there
Shots through his Rocawear, no less than doctor chairs (Doctor chairs)
And that's all of a dollar there
I turn your game, how to clear war into Solitaire
[Max B:]
What's the matter, you wanna be down with the team? (Byrdgang)
Mad at the gang 'cause all my niggas get green (Gettin' money, ow)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
You can ask about them niggas, they tote the chrome (Tote the chrome)
Fuck you talkin'? I'ma blow a hole in your dome (Blow a hole, bitch)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
[Jim Jones:]
And we the hot boys in the city (Dipset)
Dips and Byrdgang got the toys looking pretty (Flossin')
I hit the town, the boys come and frisk me (Fuck 'em)
They wanna take me in and tell my lawyer come and get me
They frustrated, they mad that we made it
Affiliated with the street, they know I'm still gang related (We the MOB, nigga)
So fuck coppin' out to charges, livin' the fast life, hoppin' out of Maserati's (Ballin')
This lil' nigga buggin', used to be Diddy's jeweler (Jewler)
You fuckin' with a G that'll put six up in your medulla
Fuckin' with the MOB, nigga that'll do ya (Get 'em)
So if you wanna ball, I'm runnin' with the shooters (Dipset)
Faggot ass, knew you wasn't official (Fucker)
Back in '97 when Cudda Love used to diss you (That Cudda song)
This faggot Mase let you sleep in the house
I was ballin' out of clubs, spillin' drinks on the couch
Motherfucker
[Max B:]
What's the matter, you wanna be down with the team? (Byrdgang)
Mad at the gang 'cause all my niggas get green (Gettin' money, ow)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
You can ask about them niggas, they tote the chrome (Tote the chrome)
Fuck you talkin'? I'ma blow a hole in your dome (Blow a hole, bitch)
Niggas is mad that we made it
And we got y'all frustrated (Frustrated)
[Jim Jones:]
Uh, hey, why you niggas frustrated?
'Cause we ball on your punk ass?
Hey, don't be mad at me, nigga, be mad at the gang
You just like Ricky MartÃn and shit blowing kisses at the TV, huh
Now you fell short, or somethin', nigga
Smell me? huh, you see us hoppin' out them high performance vehicles
From Italy and London and all that and shit
Last time I seen you nigga, you was in the maximum, nigga
Livin' in some shit hole in motherfucking Jersey City or some dumb shit like that, nigga
You know where we livin', nigga, I live in the sky shit, penthouse shit, motherfucker
Smell me? And no, we don't want no burn out phones and no boost phones, nigga
We don't sell drugs, nigga, we make millions, you stupid motherfucker
Petty-ass hustler, I ain't gonna waste too much energy on you lil' nigga
I can't even talk straight 'cause you a faggot
You a funny nigga to me though
Smell me? You know what it is, Harlem, 15th and Lenox, bang, bang
Hey, my man Duski said give 'em back that lunch money, nigga
You know what he was getting on 26th, you kept askin' 'em for them dollars 'cause you was hungry, motherfucker
Don't front on us, nigga, front on yourself dick sucker
Jones, Capo, motherfucker, Byrdgang
Mobbin' on you niggas
