Oh You Mad Lyrics

Mr get the bag

They got me started up, uh

Big backwood I'm finna spark it up

Oh that's your bitch you better guard her tough

You be policing these bitches with them hand cuffs

If you got your bands up go ahead and stand up

All that tough talking that's gon' get yo mans touched

I got a drum up on this gun bet it don't jam up

Somewhere plottin' on the Bentley or the Lamb truck

Aw shit, I'm back up on my shit again

Knock him down, 50 Cal hit many men, uh

Let the doors slide open on the minivan, uh

Hit him in the chest, made him do the diddy dance, uh

Even without the VVS's I still shine

You know this boss shit regular do it all the time

Crack the gates for the killas that's doin' hard time

Taking risks, I'm gamblin' with my life, I put it on the line

Oh they mad we gettin' money now

All these mufuckas' got they hand out actin' funny now

Oh you say you from that block, huh

Oh you ridin' around town in that foreign with that Glock, huh

Oh you say you got your cheese up

Oh you got a bad bitch all that ice make her freeze up

You smokin' gas rollin' trees up

But when it come down to runnin up that bag, can you keep up? uh