MAD BOUT IT Lyrics

Yeah

Its Child nigga

Just a little bag I'm bout to hop into and hop out of

Just to show niggas I can even do it

Uh, started in the first grade

Just a young nigga filled with dreams

Go from state to state crowd loud as they scream

Every single song word for word as they sing

I'm tryna those visions straight into the real things

I'm tryna get a crib way bigger then Luigi's one

Have future kids set for life like Big Meech's son

That's the same reason I ain't sleep in bout a week or sum

Stand in front the mic all night till my feet get numb

I can't talk about this too much I get too immersive

Prolly get you jacked son for fifty but my name not Curtis

Even if this is a curse this shit still my purpose

Keep on improving y'all are yet to hear my greatest verses

A lot of niggas not solid breaking codes

But I ain't even mad bout it

He just gave his last dollar to these hoes

Now he broke with no hope went out sad bout it

Gotta touch a M before my brother home

So we can celebrate and be glad bout it

No more functions gotta stay up in my zone

When I'm up and they down still won't brag bout it

Had to cut some niggas off so I could win

Yeah, I know them niggas mad bout it

Bunch of haters just disguised as some friends

When I found out the truth I was sad bout it

But that energy can't come back round again

Uh, so low-key I've been glad bout it

We gon see where we stand at the end

When I'm up and still down won't brag bout it

Cuz I'm better than that shit

Air Forces something slight one-twenty on the kicks

Come and fuck with me I'm as humble as it gets

Even if it was a penny I'ma try to make it spilt

Heard I'm getting money now she tryna do me favors

Way she on her knees you would think that I'm her savior

I just give her dick till it change up her behavior

Give her ass a tap then its right back to the lair

City going broke again please bring me to the mayor

People of that dope every night I send a prayer

Line between the rich and the poor got thick layers

Thats why when it comes to rapping give it all my time

I gotta opportunity to break through all those lines

So I'll be goddamned if you try to take from mines

It ain't hard to get to just these niggas got no hustle

All it takes is hard work ethic and some muscle

Fighting for my loved ones who the fuck is tryna tussle

Shooters to the left to the right Cupid Shuffle

Fuck a shoe box put my money in the duffle

Fuck that little scamming, off my music watch it double

Got my chips wavy like this a bag of Ruffles

I can't hear these niggas all you niggas sounding muffled

Marching through the storm I've been stomping over puddles

Through any type of weather we gon stay down in the huddle nigga

A lot of niggas not solid breaking codes

But I ain't even mad bout it

He just gave his last dollar to these hoes

Now he broke with no hope went out sad bout it

Gotta touch a M before my brother home

So we can celebrate and be glad bout it

No more functions gotta stay up in my zone

When I'm up and they down still won't brag bout it

Had to cut some niggas off so I could win

Yeah, I know them niggas mad bout it

Bunch of haters just disguised as some friends

When I found truth can't lie I was sad bout it

But that energy can't come back round again

Uh, so low-key I've been glad bout it

We gon see where we stand at the end

When I'm up and still down won't brag bout it

Yeah

You know what I'm saying man

I'm just doing a lot of different shit

Experimenting with a lot of different things you know

Hoping into niggas waves

Making it my own wave

And then giving they wave back to em

I'm talking shit tho lemme chill