Songtexte #Mad - BleufaceHundo

You ain't gotta be...
They like...
We just want to point the finger at the bad guy
So, they stay mad at the bad guy

Alright,
What you mad about?
What you mad about?
What you mad about?
What you mad about?
What you mad about?
What you mad about?
What you mad about?

What you mad about?
Brought the gas out
Bad bitch with me
Brought the ass out
S-She ain't fucking with you
What the cash about?
I'm a motherfucker
I brought the dad out

I'm counting up, but they count me out
I need ten hundreds, what you can't count
Eyeballing I just guess the amount
Keep a rubber band I don't need an account
Pussy boy you can try your luck
Ever felt like you had enough
Fake nigga I done called your bluff
I'm sending shots I don't know why you buff

They ain't paying me then fuck that club
I love me nigga fuck yo love
Aye, I'm with my Cuz
With my twin like my blood
Aye, aye
I-If I ain't in the door I'm gone kick it
If I started it, I'm gone finish
No matter what nigga I'm gone get it

They won't see it till you live your vision
Accuracy gone hit with precision
I-I motivate niggas in the trenches
I get it gone with extra quickness
Everything you talk be fishy
Everything you said sound fishy
I got a 45 in my britches
Walk with a bowleg like a midget

Everything you rapped, I lived it
How you gone offer fake pills I'm livid
You the type of nigga make me kill shit
Push that button you gone hear this kill switch

W-What you mad about?
What you mad about?
What you mad about?
What you mad about?
W-W-What you mad about?
What you mad about?
W-What you mad about?

Wh-W-W-What you mad about?
W-What you mad about?
What you mad about?
What you mad about?
What you mad about?
What you mad about?
What you mad about?