UnoTheActivist - MAD ! lyrics
[UnoTheActivist - MAD ! lyrics]
Yeah i'm just being honest
Uno I killed it
This bitch playing, she making me mad
I just might go right to the pad
Can't be outside getting caught lacking
So I keep more guns than Fort Bragg
Speak down on my name I'ma enter the chat
She thinking she funny, she finna' be sad
When the fuck did you start moving like that?
You giving me signs, I give you my last
I'm fucking you raw and my thumb in your ass
In the past
Act like it's cool but it's really a mask
I got me a bag, they thinking I'm glad
I'm at the top and I'm shooting down
Was on the block and ready to crash
Lil' bro locked, got a year and a half
We catch the opps and it's all up for grabs
Yeah, how I feel
When you don't feel me, I feel these pills
Told me the opps was cool with your friend
Set em' up
Then we might know if it's for real
I know that you love me and I need to chill
She want me to pick up the phone
What's the deal real street nigga
Yeah I come from the streets so I know what
It look like when she in the field
I know how you feel when
You look in the mirror
My finger might bling when I
Count up a mill' i sound like I'm Dr phil
The niggas with me still go on a drill
She popping that pussy, that molly kick in
You nigga was pussy, the door we kick in
You know you fucked up when
You stop dropping pins
Drop me your loc' know what city you in
Posting your paperwork all on the internet
I know that you hate, I'ma win
Back then was under your skin
Wonder if we can be lovers again
Uno I killed it
This bitch playing, she making me mad
I just might go right to the pad
Can't be outside getting caught lacking
So I keep more guns than Fort Bragg
Speak down on my name I'ma enter the chat
She thinking she funny, she finna' be sad
When the fuck did you start moving like that?
You giving me signs, I give you my last
I'm fucking you raw and my thumb in your ass
In the past
Act like it's cool but it's really a mask
I got me a bag, they thinking I'm glad
I'm at the top and I'm shooting down
Was on the block and ready to crash
Lil' bro locked, got a year and a half
We catch the opps and it's all up for grabs
Yeah, how I feel
When you don't feel me, I feel these pills
Told me the opps was cool with your friend
Set em' up
Then we might know if it's for real
I know that you love me and I need to chill
She want me to pick up the phone
What's the deal real street nigga
Yeah I come from the streets so I know what
It look like when she in the field
I know how you feel when
You look in the mirror
My finger might bling when I
Count up a mill' i sound like I'm Dr phil
The niggas with me still go on a drill
She popping that pussy, that molly kick in
You nigga was pussy, the door we kick in
You know you fucked up when
You stop dropping pins
Drop me your loc' know what city you in
Posting your paperwork all on the internet
I know that you hate, I'ma win
Back then was under your skin
Wonder if we can be lovers again