Текст песни MAD BOY - Lil Sace

Why you mad, boy? Why you ma-a-a-ad?
Why you mad, boy? Why you ma-a-a-ad?
Why you mad, boy
I'm countin' stacks, boy, do the math, boy, uh-uh

Every day I'm totin' on my damn gun, handgun
I might pull up, then I blam some
Niggas tryna fake me, tryna take me up for ransom
Pushin' on the gas, nigga, we gon' have to catch some

Catch him while he down, catch him while he down
I said, don't come around, why'd you come around
Pull up with that fye, you know it's goin' down
Told him, don't count me out, told him, don't count me out

I just wanna live life like a rockstar
Sippin' wockhardt, in a cop car
Watch me take off like a NASCAR
Swear I don't want your bitch, that bitch is a trash whore

I done glowed up ever since I got a wife
And I know a couple niggas who be tryna take some lives
And I don't really care, cause I always keep a pipe
Deep down, hope you know what's been sittin' in my mind
You, you don't know what's comin' out your mouth
You, you don't know what you talkin' about
And I'm speakin' straight facts while these bitches run they mouth
And these niggas act like snakes, cut the grass right now

Why you mad, boy? Why you ma-a-a-ad?
Why you mad, boy? Why you ma-a-a-ad?
Why you mad, boy
Why you mad, boy
Why you mad, boy
I'm countin' stacks, boy, uh-uh

Catch him while he down, catch him while he down
I said, don't come around, why'd you come around
Pull up with that fye, you know it's goin' down
Told him, don't count me out, told him, don't count me out

I just wanna live life like a rockstar
Sippin' wockhardt, in a cop car
Watch me take off like a NASCAR
Swear I don't want your bitch, that bitch is a trash whore

Swervin' in my lane, get up out my way
See me in that fast car, what can they say
Pray to God, only God
Pray to God for a better life
I'm beatin' this life, no wife like Ray Rice
Flyin' private jets off the shrooms in a G5
Catch me in the H, you can catch me up in LA
Old friends tryna come back, I'm like, no way
When my brother died, they just went the other way

Why you mad, boy?
Why you mad? Why you mad, boy?
Why you mad? Why you mad, boy
You a mad boy, you a mad boy You got no stacks, boy, uh

Catch him while he down, catch him while he down
I said, don't come around, why'd you come around
Pull up with that fye, you know it's goin' down
Told him, don't count me out, told him, don't count me out

I just wanna live life like a rockstar
Sippin' wockhardt, in a cop car
Watch me take off like a NASCAR
Swear I don't want your bitch, that bitch is a trash whore