Inky, Oozi Black and King Ghost - Don't Be Mad (feat. Oozi Black & King Ghost)

Don't be mad ya

Aye ooz
These niggas mad
Ahaha
Aye ghost
These niggas mad

Yo
Don't be mad nigga

[Chorus: Inky]
Don't be mad nigga that I snatch your bitch
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause I ran off with your zip
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause I'm out here chasing chips
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause my goal is to get rich
Don't be mad

Don't be mad nigga that I snatch your bitch
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause I ran off with your zip
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause I'm out here chasing chips
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause My goal is to get rich
Don't be mad

[Verse 1: Inky]
Don't be mad cause I been flexing with zay
Getting money everyday
I don't fuck with a lot of people cause they fake
I got friends whose family
And family who's fake
Last year I almost signed with epic
Brooklyn said no way
Called the money bae
Get up off me bitch, give me space
If you fuck with ghost and Oozi Bruh
You gon get this fade
I drink lean everyday
If y'all hate me, it's okay
Once I'm making the money
I don't care what you say
Fuck with me, E put you to lay
I keep the strap on me like every single day
Bought the choppa for you fuck niggas
Bought the 38 for you fuck niggas
And I keep a Glock, so wassup nigga
Don't be mad, I paid off my momma whip
Don't be mad, my daughter rock designer shit
Don't be mad, I be fucking on your bitch
Fuck with me, I'm bringing out the sticks

[Chorus: Inky]
Don't be mad nigga that I snatch your bitch
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause I ran off with your zip
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause I'm out here chasing chips
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause My goal is to get rich
Don't be mad

[Verse 2: Oozi Black]
It's about that time
(It's about that time)
Let we go fuck it up
(Fuck it up, Fuck it up)
We been grinding for the this shit
(Fashooo)
Just some young hustlers
(Being on the block)
I see you trying to infiltrate my squad
Ain't gonna let you come fuck it up
(squad too tight)
I know you see the work we puttin in
That's why you want fuck with us
You tryin to finesse your own home boy
Dawg you fuckin up
(Snake nigga)
I bet you won't try that out of
Your hood cause you a lil punk
(You a fake nigga)
I know it took some time
(I know it took some time)
Had to open my eyes
(And i had to realize)
Niggas be mad when you getting that
Mula can't figure out why
(Can't understand why)
Much worst they jealous when
They always seeing you fly
(Some dumb shit)
Your own home boy gon' be mad
If you make it ain't tellin no lie
(Some phony shit)
I don't understand why
(WTF)
Niggas move cool
(Fuck you moving cool for?)
But in the back of they mind, they envying you
(Fucking hater)

[Chorus: Inky]
Don't be mad nigga that I snatch your bitch
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause I ran off with your zip
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause I'm out here chasing chips
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause My goal is to get rich
Don't be mad

[Verse 3: King Ghost]
Why you mad ?
Cause your bitch want give me neck
And you think she give me sex
So you all up in upset
When i pass, she break her neck
On my streets I get respect
And i know all the connects
And i get it by the set
Another flip, another rack
Back to the block, where i making it rock
My niggas i roll with, they stick with the hammer
They ready to fire, they all about action
No talking no pasion, my niggas we violent
We walk with that iron, you know it's not silence
Can happen in pubic, can happen where ever
Watch how you talking, i know you don't want it
My young niggas they hungry, they all about money
The life that we live on the streets is a gamble
I pray to the lord to watch over my shoulders
I'm chasing my vision, fuck all of you haters
Snake in the grass, i see all of you nigga
Choppa on my waist, i can hit all you faggets
No time to waste, back to trapping
Back to the trap, where everything popping

[Chorus: Inky]
Don't be mad nigga that I snatch your bitch
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause I ran off with your zip
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause I'm out here chasing chips
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause My goal is to get rich
Don't be mad

Don't be mad nigga that I snatch your bitch
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause I ran off with your zip
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause I'm out here chasing chips
Don't be mad
Don't be mad cause My goal is to get rich
Don't be mad

Written by:
Miguel Angel Cicilia Milian, Sharn Forrest

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sharn Forrest, SHARN FORREST

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