Don’t Be Mad Now lyrics

[Chorus: Chiefin' Heavily]
I used to do songs, but now I do verses
When you livin' high, like livin', you gotta tax n*ggas
Drop a hundiddy on the wannabe rap n*gga
Get him wrapped up off the F&N
Ridin' in the Benz, it's just me and my friends
Servin' the fiends with one in the head
Get it out the b*tch, she better bring my ends
n*gga, don't be mad when the pack don't land

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
I'm really gettin' money, I'm not these wannabe rap n*ggas
You lookin' broke and dangerous like you wanna be cap, n*gga?
Oh, y'all came together, you'll gеt head tapped with him
When thеse rats try to be active, we call 'em Master Splinter
When it come to ballin', like Spalding, I'm not a beginner
She thought it was Pippy Long but it was my stiffler
Came with Long John Silver, I'll turn beef to dinner
If you thought you was f*ckin' with me, y'all some weak contenders
I see you walkin' 'round dusty in that cheap-ass denim
Toes hurtin' from stealin' shoes that he can't fit
He ain't got juice from the Plug and got a remix berry
Wonderin' when the sh*t with coach Ralfy, gotta play deep, b*tch
The Plug

[Chorus: Chiefin' Heavily]
I used to do songs, but now I do verses
When you livin' high, like livin', you gotta tax n*ggas
Drop a hundiddy on the wannabe rap n*gga
Get him wrapped up off the F&N
Ridin' in the Benz, it's just me and my friends
Servin' the fiends with one in the head
Get it out the b*tch, she better bring my ends
n*gga, don't be mad when the pack don't land
[Verse 2: NipscoGang Foreign]
This b*tch off the window lookin' for the pack (Where the box at?)
It's on the way, brodie, ain't no need to track it (Nah)
I ain't Sexyy Red but I keep a ratchet (Glrrt)
Poured up a deuce to myself, I ain't tryna match it (Nah)
All this ice on, brodie need a jacket (Jacket, n*gga)
sh*ttin' on the opps, we do that sh*t for practice (Yeah)
Only time you got money when your b*tch did her taxes
How you trappin' where you stay? Boy, you livin' backwards (Dumbass n*gga)
b*tch, I'm Chiefin' Heavily (Yeah)
Me and my dogs came up off the pedigree (n*gga)
And I'm havin' stripes like a referee (Yeah)
He think them SIs bustin', bro, let him be

[Chorus: Chiefin' Heavily]
I used to do songs, but now I do verses
When you livin' high, like livin', gotta tax n*ggas
Drop a hundiddy on the wannabe rap n*gga
Get him wrapped up off the F&N
Ridin' in the Benz, it's just me and my friends
Servin' the fiends with one in the head
Get it out the b*tch, she better bring my ends
n*gga, don't be mad when the pack don't land

[Verse 3: Young Bull]
Gang and them got these n*ggas sick
I'm mud walkin' with a pint, you know I'm ridin' with a brick
Got a big loaf on me, all blue benjamins
Took a trip down around me, told my n*gga, "Flood the kit"
Broke on her, I ain't even want the b*tch
I'm too greedy for the oochies, told her, "Put it in my hand"
Don't be mad when that pack don't land
He sent the wrong numbers, now I had to tax his ass
Blower in the stash, duckin' from crash
Shoot a n*gga with the chop, you know I had to sh*t bag him
Yellow tape the scene, I had to gift wrap him
All these n*ggas pump fakin', yeah, these n*ggas is actors
[Chorus: Chiefin' Heavily]
I used to do songs, but now I do verses
When you livin' high, like livin', you gotta tax n*ggas
Drop a hundiddy on the wannabe rap n*gga
Get him wrapped up off the F&N
Ridin' in the Benz, it's just me and my friends
Servin' the fiends with one in the head
Get it out the b*tch, she better bring my ends
n*gga, don't be mad when the pack don't land