You Mad*

Lyrics from Snippets [Intro: Lil Tecca] Uh, uh, uh, uh You mad Uh, uh, uh, uh Menoh! [Chorus: Lil Tecca] You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad And none of these niggas drippin' like me None of these niggas like me I got your ho fuckin' with me I'm fuckin' these hoes since I'm fifteen I'm clappin' that shit like a fuckin' piece I hit Gucci, I need no receipts Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen And, yeah, your bitch she like me And none of these niggas, they like me [Verse 1: Pasto Flocco] I got the sauce go down Dissin' on the game, tell that nigga he a clown Grind everyday, to make my momma proud Bitch, I'm feelin' like the king, someone give me the crown She was fallin' in love, had to tell her slow down Spinnin' his block, yeah, we goin' around If you not my nigga, not gettin' a pound Feelin' like Fivio, screamin' like, "Baow" [Interlude: Pasto Flocco] Yeah, angelic Angelic, yeah, angelic Angelic, yeah, angelic Yeah, Pasto Flocco, yeah [Chorus: Lil Tecca] You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad And none of these niggas drippin' like me None of these niggas like me I got your ho fuckin' with me I'm fuckin' these hoes since I'm fifteen I'm clappin' that shit like a fuckin' piece I hit Gucci, I need no receipts Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen And, yeah, your bitch she like me And none of these niggas, they like me [Verse 2: Lil Tecca] None of these niggas like me I got your ho fuckin' with me I'm fuckin' these hoes since I'm fifteen I'm clappin' that shit like a fuckin' piece I hit Gucci, I need no receipts Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen And, yeah, your bitch she like me And none of these niggas, they like me But shawty she want me, I know It's a bag incoming Fuckin' your bitch and she been comin' Had a dream, yeah, I been wantin' it In this shit, yeah, I been got it Slimin' niggas like I'm Lil Gotit Took a lil' bitch to the tropics I don't rap, nigga, I just talk shit Why you mad? "I don't know" Get the sack on the low, get the pack on the low, I'm spazzin' out And niggas, they runnin' their mouth Remember when these niggas doubted She want an invite to my house Babygirl got me laughing Why you mad? "I don't know" Get the sack on the low, get the pack on the low, I'm spazzin' out And niggas, they runnin' their mouth Remember when these niggas doubted She want an invite to my house Babygirl got me laughing [Chorus: Lil Tecca] You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad And none of these niggas drippin' like me None of these niggas like me I got your ho fuckin' with me I'm fuckin' these hoes since I'm fifteen I'm clappin' that shit like a fuckin' piece I hit Gucci, I need no receipts Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen And, yeah, your bitch she like me And none of these niggas, they like me