Mad lyrics

[Verse 1: Lungskull]
Saw me sexting on his b*tch, I think I made him hella mad
Selling packs, flipping packs, I serve crack
Selling all my mid, then spend the racks on my thrax
I been f*cking pimping, y'all b*tches living down bad
Yeah you suck, yeah, you suck, yeah, your music sound bad
I been looking around for substance and I guess I found that
And I tote heavy Glocks with a big round mag
Ay, hop inside a ghost, I just sit down, blast

[Verse 2: Aghast]
n*ggas want my b*tch, yeah I think you n*ggas mad
With my n*gga Lungskull, we get to the bag
n*ggas look up to me, I feel like a dad
You n*ggas really broke, yeah that sh*t is sad
I get to the money, yeah, the sh*t make me glad
I'm f*cking on your b*tch, 'cause I know it'll get you mad
Your music is really dirty, need to wipe it with a rag