HighLife Beamer - Madd (feat. Redd Lion)

Why you mad?
Why you mad?
Hop up in my bag
Call me glad
Vision like Spike Lee
Can't Lie
High Heavenly my heart I testify
Oh you mad?
Why you mad?
See I'm lit
I'm getting at this bag
This foreign whip
I whip like I ain't tryna come in last
This foreign bitch
I grip I got her tucking all my stash
Want this life I hit you with this curve
What you mad for?
Been a man about my word
Fall for what I stand for
My dog can flip a bird and touch Bible verse like handle
She got a Louie purse now she fiend for Fendi sandals
I'm just tryna get a couple bucks
Without these crooked ass cops tryna fuck it up
I live it up and I get to plucking feathers off them ducks
I turn up with a little liquor in my cup
She gave it to me while you beg for her to give it up
Melanin in my skin
Want me fold
I won't bend
Had to talk to my reverend
Ain't nothing but a little pressure 3-0-2
You know I'm use to that
When you get my all I can't afford to be the loser jack
Fought my odds
Came from grooming goonies where I grew up at
Now I'm getting money off of music
So I'm through with that
Teeferz got in trouble out Kentucky
So I flew him back
I need my whole crew relaxed
Blowing on that super pack
Hate me or you love me
I can show you what to do with that
Why you mad?
Why you mad?
Hop up in my bag
Call me glad
Vision like Spike Lee
Can't Lie
High heavenly my heart I testify
Oh you mad?
Why you mad?
See I'm lit
I'm getting at this bag
This foreign whip, I whip like I ain't tryna come in last
This foreign bitch, I grip I got her tucking all my stash

Written by:
Briean Boddy-Calhoun

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