Why U Mad

Hey, Big Sev, these niggas mad, nigga

Grind time, nigga

(Oh, why you mad, son?)

These niggas and chicks be walking around all mad and shit

Why you mad, nigga?

Ayo (you mad, nigga? Why you mad, nigga?)

Let's go

I wake up, wash the balls, and it's grind time

While I'm here, I take it back like your hairline

I came up from high and weed in my bond times

Now I'm electric, the block know I shock a con

High school chicks said, "Red will never make it"

Now they old ass in my 'Gram getting naked

Fuck you, I'm trying to Maximilian

Catch me whipping a ride, I'm Uncle Willie's son

Broke niggas stay yapping like they get the bag

Plotting on your downfall with they snitching ass

If his boys get him gas, then he gets mad

Just know I keep the sticks like White Boy Rick Dad

Boy, I love proving haters wrong

Living my best life, I learned from Lil Duval (word up!)

My money three feet tall, but I got respect

And you rich and I'm not impressed

Eat a duke-

Ayo, put your hands up in the sky (c'mon)

A lot of people mad and don't ask me why (c'mon)

You say that you a boss, but your nose in mine

Why you looking all mad? 'Cause you dying shrine

And you mad, nigga, why you mad, bro? (Ayo)

And you mad, nigga (why you mad, motherfucker?) (Let's go!)

I'm Mr. Cream, and I'm a brick city bad boy

Tongue out, middle finger to the tabloids

I could give it to these niggas like they asked for it

Then pull up like, "Fuck boy, what you mad for?" (Why you mad, nigga?)

They poke the bear and I'm woke now

With my 357 out of Oaktown

I could turn your lobby city to a ghost town (let's go)

Set up shop, then kill or shut the coast down (coast down)

I'm something special, keep an eye on me

Plus, I got a pack of mammals that'll ride for me

And honestly, I hear them talking, it don't bother me (nah)

I modestly turn this bitch into a robbery (let's go, Cream)

It's Gilla House until my veins pop

And where they test, they get left in the same spot

Mr. Cream, get mad if you wanna

I promise ain't no future if you fucking up my commas

Ayo, put your hands up in the sky (c'mon)

A lot of people mad and don't ask me why (c'mon)

You say that you a boss but your nose in mine

Why you looking all mad? 'Cause you're dying, trying

And you mad, nigga, why you mad, bro?

And you mad, nigga (why you mad, motherfucker?) (Let's go!)

My nigga, get off your ass and get on your grind

And stop crying about the same shit all the time (yeah)

You whining, complaining ass niggas be the lamest (yeah)

Your hugs and handshakes as fake as your chain is (hater)

It's written all over your face

A body shot at how you shitting all over the place

Niggas turn super ugly when they see my squad

They bitch ass get mad, wanna keep my car, it's Gilla

We get it poppin' like two choppers

Shoot like Tupac when he heard 'Who Shot Ya?'

Step in the hood, better checkin' with us

I'm the plug for the bud and the Mexican mud

Now you all mad, Mr. Mean Mug, so gangsta

(Ay, bruh, check out my mixtape)

No, thank ya, I laugh at y'all little amateurs

Stay with your day job, you motherfuckin' janitor

Ayo, put your hands up in the sky (c'mon)

A lot of people mad and don't ask me why (c'mon)

You say that you a boss, but your nose in mine

Why you looking all mad? 'Cause you're dying, trying

And you mad, nigga, why you mad, bro?

Ayo, and you mad, nigga (why you mad, motherfucker?) (Let's go!)

75 degrees on the East Coast

85 degrees on the West Coast

95 degrees in Miami, as we take y'all on the ride

MW Too album

But y'all know what it's time for

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