Lyrics Mad For - King Iso, A-Wax

Mad For

I get treated differently now that I got my bag up
Had no other choice when I was young but make the trap jump
In a Louis store, I keep employees filling bags up
Bitch get out your feelings, no one care what you so mad for
Bitch get out your feelings
Snitching on himself, imagine how he talk to 12
Well that’s the way he talk the flag bro
Fuck up out your feelings
Pray God as my witness, pillow talking to these bitches
That’s a good way to get back though
First day up out the county, big stack of blues I’m counting
Just hired an accountant, got more drip than a fountain
Long way from public housing, these kicks on me was a thousand
Kidnap your boo like Bowser, while sipping on juice all drowsy
This ain’t no Trish I’m pouring, got more drip than the ocean
Alphabet boys keep probing, JT diamonds keep me frozen
Long as she run an enemy, won’t mind if she be hoeing
Sold a lot of 'ye, to my success it was a key component
Chains on my neck, a real gaudy, DA compared me to Gotti
Never did dirt with you 'cause I’m afraid in a jam you will put the blame on me
When I said that I could get you a feature with Drake, we ain’t talking 'bout
Aubrey
Suckers be hating me largely, around this bitch I got more beef than Arby’s
You could keep the clout, I don’t got time for Q and A’s
Freddie Krueger grill to match the Freddy Krueger chain
She’s an oxymoron way she gave me stupid brain
Pop out on them tripping, ain’t nobody shooting strains
I get treated differently now that I got my bag up
Had no other choice when I was young but make the trap jump
In a Louis store, I keep employees filling bags up
Bitch get out your feelings, no one care what you so mad for
Bitch get out your feelings
Snitching on himself, imagine how he talk to 12
Well that’s the way he talk the flag bro
Fuck up out your feelings
Pray God as my witness, pillow talking to these bitches
That’s a good way to get back though
Hoe why you mad like TV?
I ball like Madden, easy
Like Steve they Mad, an' see me
With sticks like «That's a teepee»
How you a Mac and PC?
Pop like Mike Jackson, hehe
Like bruh got cast to be me
Said blood gon' have to be me
Bitch didn’t believe in me back then when I was broke as shit
Heard I got a ticket, now want tickets to my show and shit
Bitch used to call bad b’s on me, I knew she for sure a snitch
I was sick, now all that alter-brain homage is over with
The diamonds come logic with staring
Used to rock it like Ozzy, no Sharon
I do all my dirt by my lonely, you needed a homie, that means no comparing
When I said that I could get you a feature with Tech, wasn’t talking 'bout
Aaron (No)
If you see me with that Pie-Rx don’t worry 'bout nothing, I’m just running
errands (Yo)
That’s on the ghosts like the dead bloods
They had loafs in they mouths, ain’t no breadcrumbs
If this rapping don’t work and the feds come
Get that dope out the mattress like bed bugs
You picked up a habit, I was fed drugs
So much blood on my hands look like red gloves
Now I tear through the paper like check stubs
Aye man, drumming that bitch on my Questlove
I get treated differently now that I got my bag up
Had no other choice when I was young but make the trap jump
In a Louis store, I keep employees filling bags up
Bitch get out your feelings, no one care what you so mad for
Bitch get out your feelings
Snitching on himself imagine how he talk to 12
Well that’s the way he talk the flag bro
Fuck up out your feelings
Pray God as my witness, pillow talking to these bitches
That’s a good way to get back though