Turk - You Mad Yet? lyrics

rate me

I’m getting to the money

No resistance, real thing

Break it down, bag it up

And sell it

I keep the fire, nigga, I’mma turn it

I got my hands on my pocket

Tell me why you’re mad?

Tell me why you’re mad, nigga?

Chris about to fade 9 years now

Gettin’ money, stayin’ real

I don’t fuck with fate

I’m a mind loose

I’ll put you on my dinner plate

Nigga about to send him home, cold case

You mad yet?

You mad yet?

You mad yet?

You mad yet?

You mad yet?

You mad yet, nigga?

You mad yet, nigga?

You mad yet?

Turn up

Turn up

Stealin’ and shooting, nigga

Ain’t like a full grown-up

I can make my own lane

Ain’t no nigga getting nothing

You mad yet?

Tell me why you mad?

Don’t fuck around with that dope mind

We the realest niggaz in the gang

And the streets about to turn

And the all will say the same

Keep it comin’ to yourself

Fuck your pain

I’m a big dog, nigga

Go play with your chair

I got some niggaz that will kill for me

That’s for sure

You mad yet?

You mad yet?

You mad yet?

You mad yet?

You mad yet?

You mad yet, nigga?

You mad yet, nigga?

You mad yet?