Turk - You Mad Yet? (Remix Stupid) lyrics
rate meFt. Cap 1, Maino & Grafh
(Intro)
You mad yet nigga niggas that kill
You mad yet nigga niggas that kill
You mad yet nigga niggas that kill
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Ain't, turn up, nigga, turn up!
(Verse: Turk)
Yeah, a nigga took all on my back burner
Still a shooter nig' aaah, like a free turner
If it ain't about the cash, then it ain't concern us
Wine tick, younga thuggin', on the nuckin'
Nickel made my own lane, ain't no nigga get it like I get it
You mad jack, tell me why ya mad, bitch?
I been home 2 years, I keep that happy
Don't fuck around with that dope, mah
Numero ones, like a Colt 9
The realest nigga in the game
Actin' streets, about turn that they all gon' say the same
Keep it comin' to yoself, fuck European
I'm a big dawg, nigga, don't play with yo chair
Pussy nigga, you gon' need a shot
I got some niggas that'll kill fo' me, that's assured
(Hook)
You mad yet nigga niggas that kill
You mad yet nigga niggas that kill
You mad yet nigga niggas that kill
(Verse 2: Cap 1)
Yeah, all black, on like Mee Chon
Throwin' gangsized get ya reached on
My niggas from the hood come and see about it
Eatin' Caesar salad up in Caesar Palace
I got bad bitches with me, come and blow a check
Rollie on my wrist, I coulda bought a fet
You'z a batsi boi, nigga, you'z a fuck boi
My drug dealin' passi' got me paranoid
Black bandana, free Larry Hoover
If it ain't the automa, then I'mma wear the mula
Finessin' is an art of war, you betta have a ruler
Remix a nigga like a diddy song
The work touchdown, I'mma get it goin'
That pistol got 'em talking fast like Bizzie Bone
I'm still eatin' on my last check
Middle finger, is you mad yet?
(Verse 3: Maino)
I'm flashed at the black bank sperm, bought anotha one
Broke up with my girl last night and fucked the otha one
Opened up the longer tar case, bought the Tommy gun
My foot on these pissy niggas like a rottin' sun
Hommie, you ain't mad yet, you see me doin' bad yet
Cocksuckin' niggas still watchin', you ain't fags yet?
Money ova bullshit, family ova everything
Kurl B showed it to the glove wearin' heavy blink
Make these mad, make these niggas wanna kill me
Hustle hard buddies, young gangbangers feel me
Certified, the more you hatin', the more I get it
Get em mad, get em angry, the way we livin'
(Hook)
You mad yet nigga niggas that kill
You mad yet nigga niggas that kill
You mad yet nigga niggas that kill
(Verse 4: Grafh)
Aye, my name Grafh, hoe, glad that my nigga turn back home
This loyal nigga stab you in the back bone
Real niggas only, they only can relate
I'm in the kitchen, I be whippin' macaroni till it bait
Y'all niggas phoney yo whole existence, ya only a mistake
I'm a time bomb tickin' like a rollie when it's fake
This is only for the green, for my homies and parolleys on the gate
Whether it's federal or only for the state
I go baloney, my soul is possessed by the trappers
Drug dealer, dressed like a rapper
Nigga, I got it fresh by the wrapper
Got this bitch by the batter
Hot sex, buy a platter
OOOOOOOH, some coppin' till they gun rottin'
My glove boppin' in public while A ball watchin'
I gotta get it dolla my soul
Only nigga on Instagram tryna follow - myself
Ya heard?
(Hook)
You mad yet nigga niggas that kill
You mad yet nigga niggas that kill
You mad yet nigga niggas that kill
