Mad Rappers lyrics

[Intro]
(Haha, n*ggas crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this b*tch, man)

[Chorus]
Story of my life, I know they ain't like this sh*t (What the f*ck you talkin' 'bout?)
Long-ass clip in my mag' (b*tch, b*tch), it look like a di*k (Blatt, blatt)
Thirty drum up on my blick (Slatt), I bet that b*tch gon' hit (On Five)
Rapper n*gga mad I f*cked his b*tch, he ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t (Ha, ha)

[Post-Chorus]
Ha, ha (n*ggas crazy, man)
I don't give a f*ck about 'em, let's go (Slatt)
f*ck you talkin' 'bout, n*gga? Slatt
Rap-ass n*ggas ain't be talkin' 'bout sh*t (Say what?)
f*ck you talkin' 'bout, n*gga? (What?)

[Verse]
sh*t, I got them racks on me, yeah, I got them racks with me (I got them racks)
My tint five percent, so I might f*ck on a ten (Can't even see in this sh*t)
I spent some bands on her neck, shawty, she want it again (I spent some bands on a b*tch)
I'm off a goddamn Addy, shawty, I pop me a ten (Now I just popped me a ten)
I just copped me a ounce, I gotta re-up again (Say what?)
I'm believin' in God, but I still commit the sins (The sins)
I don't even want that pus*y, that sh*t smell like fish (It smell like fish)
I hit real gas, I don't even hit no pen (Hit no pen)
And I know like, all these n*ggas wanna f*ck my ho (And all these n*ggas)
She say she got racks on her, okay, let's go (Okay, you poppin')
I can't believe this b*tch tried to play me like I'm broke (Okay), that sh*t a joke (What?)
I cuddle all my b*tches, damn, I love my hoes (Damn, I love my hoes)
I YSL my necklace and that sh*t so froze (Damn, that sh*t so froze)
Got a whole lotta money, got a bankroll (Got a bankroll)
Just got me a new fire, told that n*gga, "Lay low" (Told 'em, "Lay low")
'Cause I really got my pole (Haha, n*ggas crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah, what?)
I got my stick, lay low (I'm with young Ahmad in this b*tch, man, what?)
I got my stick, lay low (What?)
I got my stick, lay low (I got a stick)
[Chorus]
Story of my life, I know they ain't like this sh*t (What the f*ck you talkin' 'bout?)
Long-ass clip in my mag' (b*tch, b*tch), it look like a di*k (Blatt, blatt)
Thirty drum up on my blick (Slatt), I bet that b*tch gon' hit (On Five)
Rapper n*gga mad I f*cked his b*tch, he ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t (Ha, ha)

[Post-Chorus]
(Rap-ass n*gga)
Ha, ha (Crazy-ass n*gga)
I don't give a f*ck about 'em, let's go (Damn)
f*ck you talkin' 'bout, n*gga? Slatt
Rap-ass n*ggas ain't be talkin' 'bout sh*t (Say what?)

[Outro]
Crazy (What?)
(This b*tch, man)
f*ck goin', n*gga? Slatt