Why You Mad

Double cup

Purple clover

Come here

Get closer

I’m in love

Thought I told you

Having pape

Like a folder

We can’t kick it

I’m a goalie

Push start the car

But it used to be stolie

Buss down the carti

My pockets on rolly

Reach for this ice

You get touched like it mo

Baby come to my house

Have you creaming and moaning

Poured up a deuce

It’s just 3 in the morning

I’m rocking water

Island coney

Bae get on top

Come and ride pony

Look in my eyes

Tell me when you cuming

We serving raw

So pull up on a Monday

PSA if you owe me

Better turn in that money

Cause I’m on your ass

Like a tight ass onesie

Aye look I’m in that paint

I’m Deandre Drummond

Aye why were you fucked up

They be acting so funny

But when you up

They like send me something cousin

Bitch I ain’t sending you nothing

Look when I was fucked

I couldn’t even call family

I need some percs

Finna pull up on granny

I’m a real handler

I’m the one who gonna handle it

I’m the type to build a trap house

Inside of a mansion

Oh I ain’t send you no money

So that's why you mad?

Oh I ain’t kissing your ass

So that's why you mad?

Why cause I ran up my bag

You don’t wanna get off your ass

So that's why you mad?

Oh cause I ran up my racks

And want pull straight up

Put that shit in your hands

So that's why you mad?

Oh cause I got up and fixed me

And you still broke

And got all your cash

Yeah that’s why you mad

Oh I ain’t send you no money

So that's why you mad?

Oh I ain’t kissing your ass

So that's why you mad?

Why cause I ran up my bag

You don’t wanna get off your ass

So that's why you mad?

Oh cause I ran up my racks

And want pull straight up

Put that shit in your hands

So that's why you mad?

Oh cause I got up and fixed me

And you still broke

And got all your cash

Yeah that’s why you mad

Yeah these lil boys broke

That’s why they mad at me

Pass me the ball

Hit the hole

I’m half backing

I’m having P’s and Q’s

Mathematics

Big Yay he dope as a crack addict

Catch me post up in a back alley

I’m having wars

You gon slip if you grab at it

I’m turnt with this backpack

Like I’m at a pep rally

These **** my sons

Don’t fuck with em like stepdads

Aye These **** my sons

I need to go to Mars

If you cross me one time

You can’t tell me sorry

I had to put that shit on

Now I’m late to the party

How I pulled up with that chopper

You would think I had a Harley

Play with that green

You get wet like a garden

How I jumped off the porch

You would think I departed

I’m finna land at control now

And I already got my load out

Pussy

Oh I ain’t send you no money

So that's why you mad?

Oh I ain’t kissing your ass

So that's why you mad?

Why cause I ran up my bag

You don’t wanna get off your ass

So that's why you mad?

Oh cause I ran up my racks

And want pull straight up

Put that shit in your hands

So that's why you mad?

Oh cause I got up and fixed me

And you still broke

And got all your cash

Yeah that’s why you mad

Oh I ain’t send you no money

So that's why you mad?

Oh I ain’t kissing your ass

So that's why you mad?

Why cause I ran up my bag

You don’t wanna get off your ass

So that's why you mad?

Oh cause I ran up my racks

And want pull straight up

Put that shit in your hands

So that's why you mad?

Oh cause I got up and fixed me

And you still broke

And got all your cash

Yeah that’s why you mad