Текст песни Pissed Off - Young Stoner Life Records , FN DaDealer

Know I probably got 'em pissed off
Got a big bag and my bitch raw
You'll never catch me trickin' off
I'm a big dog, somethin' like Rick Ross
I was broke but I done fixed it all
When I ain't had it, wasn't nobody callin'
I think it's a habit, I run through this shit like it's nothin'

They can't imagine it, how is you mad at me? You should be glad for me
I got a bar, they gon' have to come tackle me
I'm in the league, don't care about who after me
I guarantee, I can turn a classy ho to a freak (a freak)
I put the baddest lil' chick on her knees (on me) for free
They probably think I'm a P
N- ain't f- with me, I don't need nobody compete
I run it up, now I'm out of their reach

I got 'em bitin' now like a flea
I'm on a flight to another region
I got saved, I was stuck in the streets
Think I was saved by the bell like I'm Screech
I went legit, I'm still dodgin' police
Before I got hot, I was clutchin' my heat
I do this shit for the trenches, I preach
I'm tryna teach, yah (on God)

We get a dot and we creep
We'll turn a O.P.P to a R.I.P
Believe me, put his a- right on the TV
I get lil' bro on your mind for a dime, he need it
It ain't hard to find, me neither
You ain't my kind, I don't need you
You ain't my slime (you ain't my slime), I don't need you

Know I probably got 'em pissed off
Got a big bag and my bitch raw
You'll never catch me trickin' off
I'm a big dog, somethin' like Rick Ross
I was broke but I done fixed it all
When I ain't had it, wasn't nobody callin'
I think it's a habit, I run through this shit like it's nothin'

They can't imagine it, how is you mad at me? You should be glad for me
I got a bar, they gon' have to come tackle me
I'm in the league, don't care about who after me
I guarantee, I can turn a classy ho to a freak (a freak)
I put the baddest lil' chick on her knees (on me) for free
They probably think I'm a P
N- ain't f- with me, I don't need nobody compete
I run it up, now I'm out of their reach

Savage a-, n-, big bag flipper (yah, yah)
Big bag giver, big mad n- (yah, yah)
I been ran it up, it ain't never last n- (yah, yah)
I ain't going back to my past, n- (yah, yah)
I ain't runnin' out of cash, n- (yah, yah)
Tryna make my bag bigger (yah)
'Member they used to laugh at a n- (yah)
Now who laughing n-? (yah, yah)

Who laughing now?
All these h- been passed around
This sh- crazy, I'm a daddy now (on God)
I got somethin' to brag about (on God)
I got somethin' to live for
I got somethin' to kill for
Got a whole lot to lose, still got a whole lot to prove
I gotta watch how I move

Know I probably got 'em pissed off
Got a big bag and my b- raw
You'll never catch me trickin' off
I'm a big dog, somethin' like Rick Ross
I was broke but I done fixed it all
When I ain't had it, wasn't nobody callin'
I think it's a habit, I run through this sh- like it's nothin'

They can't imagine it, how is you mad at me? You should be glad for me
I got a bar, they gon' have to come tackle me
I'm in the league, don't care about who after me
I guarantee, I can turn a classy ho to a freak (a freak)
I put the baddest lil' chick on her knees (on me) for free
They probably think I'm a P
N- ain't f- with me, I don't need nobody compete (on me)
I run it up, now I'm out of their reach