lirik lagu kato2x - make me mad
[intro]
(d~mn, 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 n~gga
and i’m so g’d up, fifty racks in the gucci bag, uh
pop my sh~t, don’t brag, uh
love turnin’ n~ggas to a tag, uh
got that glock in my arms
don’t think sh~t 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 sh~t they had, uh
so many diors stacked in the closet
some of ’em, i forgot i had
[verse]
like a bank, been f~ckin’ off cash
n~ggas be cap, this sh~t make me mad
every time you in the city for a funeral
i’m the type to come back when n~ggas 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 n~ggas see me, they heart drop
f~ck ’em, well, we’ll spend a bag at icebox
high and got fly like an astronaut
n~ggas move wrong, you know they gon’ get shot
got dinged, then park on the curb
widebody kato, n~ggas 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 sh~t like dude
internet tell all, that’s how 12 get proof
n~ggas ain’t got bodies, they’ll turn to rappin’
that’s the only time that p~ssy n~gga be shootin’
beef, i’m really influenced
no warzone, ask my opps how i do it
we k!ll ’em, put ’em in ‘woods
got n~ggas scared to post up in they hood
opp b~tch, she suck me so good
won’t set me up, she know how i do it
he was dead, they sayin’ he good
sh~t 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 sh~t blocked
been too turnt, got my b~tch hot
she get mad ’bout sh~t, i can’t stop
all this ice, can’t get hot
if i get mad, bet a n~gga get him dropped, uh
really the biggest, n~gga
my opps ain’t hittin’ on sh~t, them n~ggas k!lled who?
n~ggas send shots out roof
up on the score, these n~ggas wonder why they losin’
get up close and personal, do ’em dirty
n~gga, he was dead ‘fore it made the news
n~gga gon’ front page who?
n~gga ain’t never k!lled sh~t, n~gga, go with your move
[chorus]
know i’m that n~gga
and i’m so g’d up, fifty racks in the gucci bag, uh
pop my sh~t, don’t brag, uh
love turnin’ n~ggas to a tag, uh
got that glock in my arms
don’t think sh~t 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 sh~t they had, uh
so many diors stacked in the closet
some of ’em, i forgot i had
[outro]
forgot i had
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