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More Mad
by Young Chee$e
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I told my nigga bring 100 back
He out of state went up the road but I cant tell you where brodie gone put them hunnids at
If she ain’t sucking then I’m done wit that
I’m moving on cause can’t no pussy or sucky come in between these racks
Why niggas play like I’m the one for that
Yeah I’m the one for that
Big squad of em they gone step on you like a door mat
I get meals fast like Im a door dash
Racks on me that’s what make em more mad
I know some niggas hating on me wit they poor ass
I can make it thunder wit these racks I’m on the forecast
Sat down
Now I might pull up on you in sum fast
I cut that lil hoe off cause I get bored fast
These Jack & Benji’s In My pocket feel like thigh pads
Mama told me you ain’t slick wit yo high ass
I cut my nigga off I seen em give the opps a pass
And ion wanna meet you if we ain’t planning on making bands
I’m tryna make 100 M’s but they don’t understand
I lost my dawg they sent my nigga to another land
So if you dissing on em that’s when shit gone hit the fan
I’m eating sushi yeah I used to eat food out the cans
I’m from the trenches a nigga a die where he stand
That’s why I stay out the way they don’t know where I am
Money too long to be playing wit you niggas
My doggy said he want a body he ain’t sparing you niggas
If you ain’t talking about no pro’s I ain’t hearing you nigga
And I was taught to take them chances ain’t no fear in me nigga
I told my nigga bring 100 back
He outta state, went up the road but I cant tell you where brodie gone put them hunnids at
If she ain’t sucking then I’m done wit that
I’m moving on cause can’t no pussy or sucky come in between these racks
Why niggas play like I’m the one for that
Yeah I’m the one for that
Big squad of em they gone step on you like a door mat
I get meals fast like I’m a door dash
Racks on me that’s what make em more mad
In quarantine I ran them racks up in my house
You ever stuffed a 15 piece in a Pouch
You ever stashed a MSR ina Couch
I can’t fuck with niggas cause niggas they run they mouth
But that’s the reason why the real rats is not breathing
Lil bra so crazy he ah catch one & start cheesing
Her head was mild I kicked her out cause it was not pleasing
They NBA We NFL it’s contact season
I’m finna show em how to ball they better play defense
Ima spinner call me Abraham cause we is not Lincoln
Watch out for lil bro he trigger happy when he start drinking
Covid hit he summer let’s run it up it’s gone be a long season
I can put you in some white buffs for the summer
Ran up a 20 piece in 2 weeks now tell me who a runner
I’m high up in the clouds you make me mad I make it thunder
And ion gotta touch shit Because all my niggas really gunners
I told my nigga bring 100 back
He out of state went up the road but I cant tell you where brodie gone put them hundreds at
If she ain’t sucking then I’m done wit that
I’m moving on cause can’t no pussy or sucky come in between these racks
Why niggas play like I’m the one for that
Yeah I’m the one for that
Big squad of em they gone step on you like a door mat
I get meals fast like I’m a door dash
Racks on me that’s what make em more mad
Racks on me that’s what make em more mad
Racks on me that’s what make em more mad
Racks on me that’s what make em more mad
Make em more mad
I told my nigga bring 100 back
He out of state went up the road but I cant tell you where brodie gone put them hunnids at
If she ain’t sucking then I’m done wit that
I’m moving on cause can’t no pussy or sucky come in between these racks
Why niggas play like I’m the one for that
Yeah I’m the one for that
Big squad of em they gone step on you like a door mat
I get meals fast like Im a door dash
Racks on me that’s what make em more mad
I know some niggas hating on me wit they poor ass
I can make it thunder wit these racks I’m on the forecast
Sat down
Now I might pull up on you in sum fast
I cut that lil hoe off cause I get bored fast
These Jack & Benji’s In My pocket feel like thigh pads
Mama told me you ain’t slick wit yo high ass
I cut my nigga off I seen em give the opps a pass
And ion wanna meet you if we ain’t planning on making bands
I’m tryna make 100 M’s but they don’t understand
I lost my dawg they sent my nigga to another land
So if you dissing on em that’s when shit gone hit the fan
I’m eating sushi yeah I used to eat food out the cans
I’m from the trenches a nigga a die where he stand
That’s why I stay out the way they don’t know where I am
Money too long to be playing wit you niggas
My doggy said he want a body he ain’t sparing you niggas
If you ain’t talking about no pro’s I ain’t hearing you nigga
And I was taught to take them chances ain’t no fear in me nigga
I told my nigga bring 100 back
He outta state, went up the road but I cant tell you where brodie gone put them hunnids at
If she ain’t sucking then I’m done wit that
I’m moving on cause can’t no pussy or sucky come in between these racks
Why niggas play like I’m the one for that
Yeah I’m the one for that
Big squad of em they gone step on you like a door mat
I get meals fast like I’m a door dash
Racks on me that’s what make em more mad
In quarantine I ran them racks up in my house
You ever stuffed a 15 piece in a Pouch
You ever stashed a MSR ina Couch
I can’t fuck with niggas cause niggas they run they mouth
But that’s the reason why the real rats is not breathing
Lil bra so crazy he ah catch one & start cheesing
Her head was mild I kicked her out cause it was not pleasing
They NBA We NFL it’s contact season
I’m finna show em how to ball they better play defense
Ima spinner call me Abraham cause we is not Lincoln
Watch out for lil bro he trigger happy when he start drinking
Covid hit he summer let’s run it up it’s gone be a long season
I can put you in some white buffs for the summer
Ran up a 20 piece in 2 weeks now tell me who a runner
I’m high up in the clouds you make me mad I make it thunder
And ion gotta touch shit Because all my niggas really gunners
I told my nigga bring 100 back
He out of state went up the road but I cant tell you where brodie gone put them hundreds at
If she ain’t sucking then I’m done wit that
I’m moving on cause can’t no pussy or sucky come in between these racks
Why niggas play like I’m the one for that
Yeah I’m the one for that
Big squad of em they gone step on you like a door mat
I get meals fast like I’m a door dash
Racks on me that’s what make em more mad
Racks on me that’s what make em more mad
Racks on me that’s what make em more mad
Racks on me that’s what make em more mad
Make em more mad