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You mad
Uh, uh, uh, uh

You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these?racks
You?mad, you mad
You?mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You?mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad,?you?mad
And?none of these?n***as drippin' like?me
None of these n***as like me
I got your ho f**kin' with me
I'm f**kin' these hoes since I'm fifteen
I'm clappin' that sh*t like a f**kin' piece
I hit Gucci, I need no receipts
Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen
And, yeah, your b*t*h like me
And none of these n***as, they like me

I got a [?] go down
Dissin' on the game, tell lil' n***a he a clown
Run everyday, told my momma I'm proud
B*t*h, I'm feelin' like the king, someone give me the crown
She was fallin' in love, had to tell her slow down
Spinnin' his block, yeah, we goin' around
You know my n***a not gettin' a pound
Feelin' like [?], screamin' like [?]
Yeah, angelic
Angelic, yeah, angelic
Angelic, yeah, angelic
Yeah, Pasto Flocco, yeah

You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
And none of these n***as drippin' like me
None of these n***as like me
I got your ho f**kin' with me
I'm f**kin' these hoes since I'm fifteen
I'm clappin' that sh*t like a f**kin' piece
I hit Gucci, I need no receipts
Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen
And, yeah, your b*t*h like me
And none of these n***as, they like me

But shawty she want me, I know
It's a bag incoming
F**kin' your b*t*h and she been comin'
Had a dream, yeah, I been wantin' it
In this sh*t, yeah, I been got it
Slimin' n***as like I'm Lil Got**
Took a lil' b*t*h to the tropics
I don't rap, n***a, I just talk sh*t
Why you mad? "I don't know"
Gettin' sad on the low, get the pack on the low, I'm spazzin' out
And n***as, they runnin' their mouth
Remember when these n***as doubted
She want an invite to my house
Babygirl got me laughing
Why you mad? "I don't know"
Gettin' sad on the low, get the pack on the low, I'm spazzin' out
And n***as, they runnin' their mouth
Remember when these n***as doubted
She want an invite to my house
Babygirl got me laughing
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
You mad that I'm gettin' these racks
You mad, you mad
And none of these n***as drippin' like me
None of these n***as like me
I got your ho f**kin' with me
I'm f**kin' these hoes since I'm fifteen
I'm clappin' that sh*t like a f**kin' piece
I hit Gucci, I need no receipts
Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen
And, yeah, your b*t*h like me
And none of these n***as, they like me

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