MAD

(Intro)
Yuh, oh my god

(Chorus)
Mad (x7)
Yeah
Mad (x7)
Aye

(Verse)
On my set
Get it back
Better come correct
Sorry fucka wanna try
Boutta stop his neck
Man I got my fucking fists
I don’t need a tec
I told that pussy run it back
If he tryna test

Mad x 4
Got this ma fucka mad
Body dropping like body full of sand
Yuh
Mad x4
Diamonds on me
Dancing this or like that
Huh
Mad x 4
Tummy tuck a
Motha fuck tryna run up
And take my bag
Huh
Mad x 4
I’m boutta go piece for piece
Then stop my feet
And rock the fuck
By the might of my hands
Yuh

(Outro)
Mad (x3)
Yeah
Mad (x2)
Yeah, yeah
Mad (x8)
Yeah