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Why you sad baby huh jus be glad
223s on me poppin shit we empty mag
I was little nigga popping shit with what I had
Now I'm doing what I please hope I make these niggas mad
Why you sad jus be glad 223s we empty mag Nigga talking all that shit till we beat up on his ass
Nigga find the consequence I can't always hold yo hand
Nigga fine the cost is less With yo big fat ass broke ah
Why you mad jus be glad rocking peed with em Nigga talking oh so big we gon see with em
Yo hoe rub up on my dick she unleashing em Why you sad jus be glad why you mad jus be
Why you mad why you mad that boy broke don't got no bag
I get geeked up off the tab Been taking trips to Baghdad
Money coming in so fast I ran it up just like the flash
Brudda came in with that mask I got a stick with brand new mag And my jeans sag stick with the flash
And my hoe so bad watch these niggas go out sad Hell nah I can't relax he gon smoke the thrax
Get put in a pack cause my lil brudda got the Mack Smoke the backwood im off the backwood
With my bag good you know my racks good
Know im taxing him for the feature Broke nigga sitting on the bleacher
Why you sad baby huh jus be glad 223s on me poppin shit we empty mag
I was little nigga popping shit with what I had Now I'm doing what I please hope I make these niggas mad