Mad at That

[Intro]
It's DJ Scream my nigga ESCO my nigga X rated
(Nard And B)
Doe Boy the subject right now
Ayo Doe Boy talk to these niggas
DJ ESCO

[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Pull up in a Rari, [?]
These niggas mad at that
I won't even fuck her she a four
These bitches mad at that
Real shit nigga, true story
Fake rappers mad at that
Always ride around with that 40
I let it handle that
In the club popping all the bottles
These niggas mad at that
Shooters on deck, but I'm poppin
These niggas mad at that
Nigga turnt up, can't stop me
I sware they mad at that
Fake ass niggas better watch
You know they mad at that

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
Niggas out here lerkin
Do a fuck nigga dirty
Toat a Mac like Burny
Cock it back then burn it
Out here, no worries
Goons rush in a hurry
We don't show no mercy
30's like Steph Curry
Fuck niggas mad, I don't give a fuck
Savage young nigga pull up, shoot you up
Laced in the club, yeah my goon fuck it up
Killers in the parking lo, shooters in the cut
Young Doe flex, ice on my neck
Freeband Gang, niggas know we got a check
Choppers on deck, bullet proof vest
We can go to war, load it up, it's a bet
Pull up in the audi, fuck her than I'm outi
Young gold nigga get up fresh up out the county
Nigga get from round me
Can't stand by me
40 on deck, and that bitch sayin' "try me"
Sacks 5th Louie Av, [?]
40 on deck, and that bitch sayin' "try me"
Sacks 5th Louie Av, [?]
'Cause they know a nigga balling, Freeband nigga [?]

[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Pull up in a Rari, [?]
These niggas mad at that
I won't even fuck her she a four
These bitches mad at that
Real shit nigga, true story
Fake rappers mad at that
Always ride around with that 40
I let it handle that
In the club popping all the bottles
These niggas mad at that
Shooters on deck, but I'm poppin
These niggas mad at that
Nigga turnt up, can't stop me
I sware they mad at that
Fake ass niggas better watch
You know they mad at that

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
If you come where I'm from, but ain't from where I'm from
Man, them young niggas flipping your pockets
Niggas know where I'm from, I ain't even gotta tell 'em
Do something bitch [?] some problem
All the money that I make a fucking problem
See this Faragamo belt, that's a problem
[?] ex on the rebound, [?] yeah I got the work for the low, I was coppin
Pull up in a foreign, hopping out cocaine white, looking like a whole [?] at work
[?] pedal back with my bitch with a compact 9 from her purse
I ain't even trippin on that, I'm a Taylor
My nigga Doe Boy, he a all out player
KK all in a nigga, Raw papers
And I'm runway fly, and it's all about layers
You niggas washed up, I don't need friends, tryna reach for [?] all my niggas on deck
Put that on the gang, put the money in my hand
I be picking up a check, every state that I land
Hit a lick for a half a brick, and I ain't playing
Only one nigga living
I can vouch for what I'm saying
Paper cuts fucking blood money, I'm the man
Niggas wanna kick it with you just to get Freebandz

[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Pull up in a Rari, [?]
These niggas mad at that
I won't even fuck her she a four
These bitches mad at that
Real shit nigga, true story
Fake rappers mad at that
Always ride around with that 40
I let it handle that
In the club popping all the bottles
These niggas mad at that
Shooters on deck, but I'm poppin
These niggas mad at that
Nigga turnt up, can't stop me
I sware they mad at that
Fake ass niggas better watch
You know they mad at that

[Outro]
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