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