MAD Lyrics

Okay

Down and out, and now she wanna doubt me

Bitch my suit is so hard, like I'm Robert Downey

Benjamin Franklin gotta count the blue ones

I'm surrounded by bitches I gotta count the new ones

See if my boys switched up gotta count the true ones

(Alright, here goes)

Gotta bad bitch, she mad as shit

Gotta bad bitch, she plastic

Gotta bad bitch, she

Gotta bad bitch, she

Gotta bad bitch, she fuckin' with me

Gotta bad bitch, she mad as shit

Gotta bad bitch, she plastic

Gotta bad bitch, she

Gotta bad bitch, she

Gotta bad bitch, she fuckin' with me

Fuck that, I got a Tesla

Ride round with big bucks

I got some extras, If you want

Big guns, you don't deserve nun

That girl she go dumb

Yeah, matter fact she done been dumb

Matter fact might go kill some

Matter fact might just go dumb

Matter fact think about you every day, I ain't forget nun

Had to leave me

Get the green like Luigi

And she play me like CD

Yeah, that bitch finna dip like she Harry Houdini

Yeah, bitch I get the drip like it's water like Fiji (Fiji)

Yuh, she rub my shit like genie (Uh)

I said that bitch is dreamy (Uh)

But that bitch fake like TV

This shit is over, GG (GG)

You had me playing your games

I think these girls are the same

We got that picture we framed

I burn that shit in a flame

Gotta bad bitch, she mad as shit

Gotta bad bitch, she plastic

Gotta bad bitch, she

Gotta bad bitch, she

Gotta bad bitch, she fuckin' with me

Gotta bad bitch, she mad as shit

Gotta bad bitch, she plastic

Gotta bad bitch, she

Gotta bad bitch, she

Gotta bad bitch, she fuckin' with me

Gotta bad bitch, she mad as shit

Gotta bad bitch, she plastic

Gotta bad bitch, she

Gotta bad bitch, she

Gotta bad bitch, she fuckin' with me

Gotta bad bitch, she mad as shit

Gotta bad bitch, she plastic

Gotta bad bitch, she

Gotta bad bitch, she

Gotta bad bitch, she fuckin' with me

Tgod yeah