Gone mad patna livin that life
I gone mad wit a army switch knife
He came to the eastside, want beef, but he dont got no pipe
This sh#t get gon icky, promise i get sight
I dont miss that b#tch, b#tch i miss my life
Got my pipe in my hand while i give dat hoe pipe
I ain’t trustin no hoe, can’t no b#tch be my wife
Want smoke? okay, check this out
He say dat he wanna go toe 2 toe wit a real vamp
We f#ck instagram models, we dont f#ck wit tramps
Ill come get yo b#tch #ss, dont say sh#t bout my camp
Ill come get yo snitch #ss, we got switches like lamps
I f#cked her back up now im startin to catch cramps
He talkin bout the mob, that sh#t got me amped
Best believe ill do my job, dont worry bout dat
Know some n#gg#s locked in cobb, i won’t get em back
n#gg# want me dead, ill double down wit two damn sticks!
He play wit the gang, then im takin that risk
Cuz i n#gg# got tired of swing fists
We dropped that ho off, cuz i know she eat dick
We just put that ho on, she a vamp in distress
I call that b#tch up when i wanna have sex and i call tbe gang up when i wanna make a mess
I done gone mad b#tch i done gone mad
b#tch i done gone mad, gone mad!
Whole gang we done gone mad
b#tch im the mad hatter, we knock off yo hat cuz im mad!
I earned my damn name now, just call me spaz
Baby whoa tool on my sh#t (?) when im mad
Gone mad, b#tch im in my bag
Gone mad, my young n#gg# tied wit arab
I can’t even cap, this sh#t got me mad
I want that boy wrapped, this sh#t got me mad
Aye melly just call lil spaz, brr
One phone call, put a body in the grass
One phone call, have yo whole family sad
He cannot have first, cuz he last
Quick draw on my Glock like krash
When he seen lil kai, he ran
Dirty stick, my name is dan
The like kilo jugg? man i can’t
Man i gotta break in the bank
One phone call, man im tryna get a tank
I dont give no f#ck if you got rank!
You better duck when them chops sang
Babylife sh#t man im gone let these sticks swing
I be wit them vamps like im bruce wayne
You not a vamp, you ain’t got fame
Young n#gg# trap out them hallways
Walk his #ss down, like i made it on broadway
Yo renace stop playin wit these n#gg#s man
If i dont make it tell mamas i love her
Free baby lil ebg, gone die bout my brother
Glock on my lap, thats my lover
Backwood punchin like sucker
And im in rush hour, chris tucker
Me n spaz hop out, double clutching
They already know we on something
You are not livin that life, so dont say nun
I was 13 when i got my first gun
Can’t go outside, i got brothers on the run
Ain’t droppin no dimes, so i gotta get a dub
Just tryna get rich wit my thugs
And free LB, i ain’t showin no love
Got mud in my cup, but im tryna drink blood
We steppin on sh#t, like rugs
And rattin on n#gg#s, boy thats not us
Can’t take you onna drill, cuz i dont got trust
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