Mad

Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad Hopped up out the wraith and try to brag, brag Suicide doors, suicide yah I'm just doing me so why you mad, mad Real supreme, Daytona beach, you know it's me Top back on my 95 so you notice me If you ain't talking bags, don't hit my phone, what's the point Ask around cause I run my town, yeah I'm the boss You can catch me creeping, crawling through the night If you see me, got a biddie by my side Got 'em all big, man they hating on me Told them send bottles all night, fox lee, fox lee yeah Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad Hopped up out the wraith and try to brag, brag Suicide doors, suicide yah I'm just doing me so why you mad, mad Flexin' on them, just flexin' on them, like Ric Flair Diamonds on them, just shining on them, they love to stare Brought the gucci fit just to take a pic, do a photogram Got the duffle bags supreme, you feel, with a hundred grams You can catch me creeping, crawling through the night If you see me, got a biddie by my side Got 'em all big, man they hating on me Told them send bottles all night, fox lee, fox lee yeah Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad Hopped up out the wraith and try to brag, brag Suicide doors, suicide yah I'm just doing me so why you mad, mad Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad Hopped up out the wraith and try to brag, brag Suicide doors, suicide yah I'm just doing me so why you mad, mad