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BlocBoy JB

Don't Be Mad

 

Don't Be Mad


Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah
Red dead, I'm so fucking balling, bro
Word, huh? Hah
BlocBoy
I'm fucking tired of all this shit, man, ayy
Ayy, lil' nigga, put that shit down, man, put that shit down, man
You won't fucking touch me

I catch a opp black and then I give him the blue
Choppa in some Saint Laurent shoes
I fuck your bitch back, pass the ho to the crew
They flipping, you know what they do
All of my diamonds dancing, [?] it for a two
Bitch, I get more money than you
I'm at the day one, up the tummy on you
Yeah, did what the money'll do
I'm the man, you a [?]
Who your Karen? Who your Tefo'?
Catch a fly like a N-O
Thinking 'bout copping me a brand new limo
Got two sticks and I hope that a two, nigga, that's all I intend though
Heard the opp touch a bando
I'ma let a hundred, some shots hit the window
And you can name any nation in the world, but I don't want [?]
Hit him with .223's and bullets that stick a nigga like a porcupine
I grew up in the hood, nigga, when I was ten, I was throwing them gang signs
I'm at these bitches neck like I hung with some brains that ain't got no brain time
Ice on my wrist and my neck, bitch, you know I'm 'bout to check
Nigga run off on my dope, he get the rope 'round his neck
Yeah, how the fuck did he survive on a shot to his neck?
We put a move on the services, too, put this dude on a bed
Yeah, I hit the mall with the Glocks on me
Can't fuck 'round with the paparazzi
My boy, you a snitch if you tell somebody
If you speak on my name, do I smell a body?
I'm wit' a bitch, she say she a vegan, but I'm 'bout to give her the smoked sausage
She hit the dope and turned to Superwoman, fly to the D like a copilot
Tryna fuck, baby, I don't need no styling
I might style that shit out in some new bouncers
Got so many hoes and I'm tryna flow, hit me up if you just want some new talent
Hit me up, do you want just some new talent?
I turn a lost ho to a boss ho, turn that bitch to a crew counter
Watch how I strike a pose when I wipe his nose like a muh'fucking new napkin
I got a [?], has one blue and black, but I really don't do capping
Yeah, that nigga say, "Olay," when I give him the fire, leave him still with his feet tapping
I just put yo' bitch, got to kiss on my D, don't get mad when this shit happens

Don't get mad when this shit happens
For real, for real

done

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