Why U Look Mad

I like this song, we love you Tecca "Why you look so mad?" (Ginseng) "Why you look so mad all the time?" I like— Fuck out of my face, nigga You niggas bitches, leave me the fuck alone I don't even fuck with y'all, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout? Tecca Just woke up, I freestyle, nigga Man, this shit don't stop (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, rockin' Rick Owens on my bitch She bad, got a Gucci crop top (Yeah, yeah) Run up on a nigga, get it lit like BIC if a nigga talkin' hot (Bitch) I just make new hit today Nigga mad 'cause I'm hot and you not (New hit) I just pour up a deuce of that cup Pour up a deuce of that Wock' (That Wock') And your bitch on my dick, gettin' top Bitch on my dick, gettin' top (Gettin' top) Whole time he think he on top He an addi', he sippin' on drop (On drop) Man, I know that they don't understand me Whole time and I don't give a fuck (Don't give a fuck) They like, "Tecca, why you so moody?" "Lil' nigga, I'm just in my mood" (Why you so mad?) I don't fuck with you niggas, I'm not quiet I just don't talk to you (Talk to my bitch) They say "Tecca, why you look mad?" "Lil' nigga, that just be my mood" (My mood) They say "Tecca, why you look mad?" "Lil' nigga, that just be my mood" Two bitches on my dick, they arguin', nigga, like Family Feud They say "Tecca switched up on the gang" "Lil' nigga, yeah, you know it ain't true" (Fuck your gang) Some niggas, they stole from me Some niggas, they flopped on me (Punk-ass niggas) Got your bitch givin' top on me, If a nigga talkin' hot on me (Niggas is bitches) Man, some niggas try to steal sauce Nigga think I don't peep that shit (Stealin' the sauce) Man, some niggas try to steal from my House, I peep that shit (Steal from my house) I peeped that bitch, she move funny, nigga, I peep that shit And you think that you gotta watch the opps, Whole time, you gotta watch your own clique (Watch your own gang) And I see the gang do funny shit, Whole time I gotta make that click (On gang) And I know who was real right that one day I got hit (I got hit) Man, these niggas think they angelic, I don't even really fuck with you, bitch (Yeah) Man this shit too easy, Freestyling in the mic, really do this shit (Yeah, yeah) Fucking so many thots, I damn near forgot I knew this bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Man, I just got a check, I ain't even gon' lie, I blew this shit (10K) Ran down on a opp crib, man They thought we just moved in (Moved in) I don't fuck with no thots I ain't gon' lie, they choosin' They choosin', you ain't winnin' I do this I got your bitch and she fuck with the clique I don't got no clique I just gotta die I stir up the pot Bro sippin' that 'Wock He can't even walk, I got the gas, no NOS Gas, no NOS, gas, no NOS