Now They Mad

[Chorus] Now they mad 'cause a nigga got the cake up Nigga quit cryin', get your weight up Ferragamo shoes, man, they laced up Got to get up off your ass, can't lay up If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up Don't think it's a game 'cause I'm little bruh Big ass Glock, man, I'm strapped up Don't talk that shit, we'll pull up Now they mad 'cause a nigga got the cake up Nigga quit cryin', get your weight up Ferragamo shoes, man, they laced up Got to get up off your ass, can't lay up If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up Don't think it's a game 'cause I'm little bruh Big ass Glock, man, I'm strapped up Don't talk that shit, we'll pull up [Verse 1] Don't talk that shit, we'll pull up Hundred deep niggas in the Benz truck I know the nigga mad, can't stand us Straight shittin' on these niggas, where my Pampers? Excuse me, where my manners? In the strip club, tippin' these dancers I done turned her into a porn actor, I just put this bitch on camera Designer all on my feet Designer all on my ass Designer all on my back I just popped these tags, my swag turned to the max Yeen even got to ask, ten thousand blew in the mall, nigga And I don't even really just brag I'm just livin' life, can't you niggas tell? Retired sellin' dope 'cause I know these niggas gon' tell Got four leases to my phone, got me callin', switchin' cells It's aight, I say fuck 'em, suck a dick and go to hell [Chorus] Now they mad 'cause a nigga got the cake up Nigga quit cryin', get your weight up Ferragamo shoes, man, they laced up Got to get up off your ass, can't lay up If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up Don't think it's a game 'cause I'm little bruh Big ass Glock, man, I'm strapped up Don't talk that shit, we'll pull up Now they mad 'cause a nigga got the cake up Nigga quit cryin', get your weight up Ferragamo shoes, man, they laced up Got to get up off your ass, can't lay up If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up Don't think it's a game 'cause I'm little bruh Big ass Glock, man, I'm strapped up Don't talk that shit, we'll pull up [Verse 2] Stacks on deck, straps on deck Paper Route Empire, nigga, we the fuckin' best Ferragamo shoe with the Ferragamo vest Bitch I ain't saggin' with the Ferragamo belt Extendo on the Glocks, and the five in the TEC If you try to run in, guarantee you get wet Bullets hit your back, goin' straight through your chest Make one call, nigga guaranteed to get wet Now you mad 'cause a nigga got the cake up Stop cryin', nigga go and get your weight up Benz [?] strong in the Benz truck If your numbers ain't right then your ass out of luck If I got a nigga with me he's for sure gon' bust If you see me with the chopper, man, your ass better duck If the keys [?] street, I don't really give a fuck Open door, I'ma spray a nigga, wet that bitch up Turnt up on these niggas, that's why they mad Call it poppin' tags, stacks off in that bag, that's shit they never had Rari bendin' corners, smoke the best of marijuana Had business in California, get this money my persona Money's all I really wanted [Chorus] Now they mad 'cause a nigga got the cake up Nigga quit cryin', get your weight up Ferragamo shoes, man, they laced up Got to get up off your ass, can't lay up If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up Don't think it's a game 'cause I'm little bruh Big ass Glock, man, I'm strapped up Don't talk that shit, we'll pull up Now they mad 'cause a nigga got the cake up Nigga quit cryin', get your weight up Ferragamo shoes, man, they laced up Got to get up off your ass, can't lay up If you owe me nigga, better come and pay up Don't think it's a game 'cause I'm little bruh Big ass Glock, man, I'm strapped up Don't talk that shit, we'll pull up