Make Me Mad

[Intro]
(Damn, Kam2Klutch)
Yeah, uh, go crazy
Go crazy, 2, go crazy, uh
Uh, yeah, go crazy, 2
Real talk, on my mama
Uh
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Know I'm that nigga
And I'm so G'd up, fifty racks in the Gucci bag, uh
Pop my shit, don't brag, uh
Love turnin' niggas to a tag, uh
Got that Glock in my arms
Don't think shit sweet just 'cause I sag, uh
Rest in peace to Paul Walker, but I'ma handle this
Swear to God, I won't crash, uh
Old-heads make me mad, uh
Talkin' 'bout the shit they had, uh
So many Diors stacked in the closet
Some of 'em, I forgot I had

[Verse]
Like a bank, been fuckin' off cash
Niggas be cap, this shit make me mad
Every time you in the city for a funeral
I'm the type to come back when niggas get whacked
Mix Dior with the Baccarat
Asked her for the top, shе told me, "Why not?" Uh
And I'm too lit for a drop-top
Baby girl, I like to get high, gotta hotbox
Thеse niggas see me, they heart drop
Fuck 'em, well, we'll spend a bag at Icebox
High and got fly like an astronaut
Niggas move wrong, you know they gon' get shot
Got dinged, then park on the curb
Widebody KATO, niggas know I got 2
Gotta have bodies or money, he ain't got that, baby girl, he ain't a part of my crew
Can't post shit like dude
Internet tell all, that's how 12 get proof
Niggas ain't got bodies, they'll turn to rappin'
That's the only time that pussy nigga be shootin'
Beef, I'm really influenced
No warzone, ask my opps how I do it
We kill 'em, put 'em in 'Woods
Got niggas scared to post up in they hood
Opp bitch, she suck me so good
Won't set me up, she know how I do it
He was dead, they sayin' he good
Shit overstood, they know how we do it
And I'm too turnt, need a floor seat
No disrespect, too lit for a skybox
Every time they look, gotta see the watch
Go'n and make a snap every time, they get that shit blocked
Been too turnt, got my bitch hot
She get mad 'bout shit, I can't stop
All this ice, can't get hot
If I get mad, bet a nigga get him dropped, uh
Really the biggest, nigga
My opps ain't hittin' on shit, them niggas killed who?
Niggas send shots out roof
Up on the score, these niggas wonder why they losin'
Get up close and personal, do 'em dirty
Nigga, he was dead 'fore it made the news
Nigga gon' front page who?
Nigga ain't never killed shit, nigga, go with your move

[Chorus]
Know I'm that nigga
And I'm so G'd up, fifty racks in the Gucci bag, uh
Pop my shit, don't brag, uh
Love turnin' niggas to a tag, uh
Got that Glock in my arms
Don't think shit sweet just 'cause I sag, uh
Rest in peace to Paul Walker, but I'ma handle this
Swear to God, I won't crash, uh
Old-heads make me mad, uh
Talkin' 'bout the shit they had, uh
So many Diors stacked in the closet
Some of 'em, I forgot I had

[Outro]
Forgot I had