paroles de chanson Why You Mad? - F 8 K

We dropped the bag on him
Smoking on dead niggas
We smoke the bag till the pounds out
I passed the percs and he maxed out
I beat the shit till she passed out
I'm the trap bring the bags out
I'm in the trap with the Macs out
I'm in this shit bring the racks out

Running the shit why you mad at me
I want him out, put a bag on him
I'm in this shit like a veteran
I got a bitch she the baddest still
I got so stiff like a mannequin
Bitches be lying
Shit be embarrassing
I got a bitch called Alexa
She rode the dick like a Tesla
She off the gram you can't text her
I came from right out depression
I beat the pot with a passion
I'm trying get me a mansion
We send them attics
We tryna see they reaction
Subtracting these niggas
I put them in fractions
But this ain't no caption
We want all the action
Get off my ass
Go fill up with bag
Fuck all these love
Ain't getting attached
Getting the bag only way to my heart

We dropped the bag on him
Smoking on dead niggas
We smoke the bag till the pounds out
I passed the percs and he maxed out
I beat the shit till she passed out
I'm the trap bring the bags out
I'm in the trap with the Macs out
I'm in this shit bring the racks out

We ain't no vegan we ducking no beef
We catch em lacking we put em to sleep
I dream about getting a jeep
Gotta ice both of my wrist
These niggas out of my league
I get the hate and I put em on mute
I hear the hate and I put em on snooze
These niggas watching my move
You know i don't follow no rules

We dropped the bag on him
Smoking on dead niggas
We smoke the bag till the pounds out
I passed the percs and he maxed out
I beat the shit till she passed out
I'm the trap bring the bags out
I'm in the trap with the Macs out
I'm in this shit bring the racks out