Текст песни Y U Mad? - ProjectHeartKid

Why you mad today
Bitch, why you mad today
Niggas be hating and fake
Copy and clone, still getting caught in the waves
A couple of niggas who had to get cut off
Wasn't playing their role almost fucked up the play
Suicide doors on the coop, when I pull up
Like DYMG I'm a slide in a wraith
Getting to racks and I got out of the way
Big bro still burning this gas like its sage
Did it all with no handouts and favors
Bitch I ain't moving unless I get paid

I feel like a pimple, I'm popping my shit
40k for tax make it all look legit
I feel like Rick Ross, big brr on my wrist
All of my niggas they bosses and shit
All of my niggas they shottas and shit
Popping bottles in molly's we all getting lit
Fell in love with the ruger
Bitch fell in love with a shooter
Money on my mind almost hurt my medulla
Jumping through hoops for this cash like it's hula
Bitch why you mad hoe, bitch why you mad

Pull up with sticks, let it bang like a drummer
Politicking with bosses, we talking big numbers
Member them days granny wanted a hummer
Not Gunna da Razda, I still got em jumping
Twenties and fifties and hundreds
All of my niggas be running and gunning
How you scamming but still driving rentals
How you omerta, you only dangerous with a pencil
How you balling but stay on the bleachers
How you a dog when you stuck on the leash
Can't go to war with a nigga who be fucking the money up
My shawdy be sweet like a honey bun
Brodie said double down, I went and I doubled up
Watch all my sins swish around in a double cup
Watch how they hold you down
When its time to go run it up
Patek on my wrist when it's time to go fuck it up