Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mad, artist - Supreme Patty.
Date of issue: 22.11.2018
Record label: Heard Well
Song language: English
Mad |
Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad |
Hopped up out the wraith ain’t tryna brag, brag |
Suicide doors, suicide yah |
I’m just doing me so why you mad, mad |
Young supreme, Daytona beach, you know it’s me |
Top back on my 95 so you notice me |
If you ain’t talking bags, don’t hit my phone, what’s the point |
Ask around cause I run my town, yeah I’m the boss |
You can catch me creeping, crawling through the night |
If you see me, got a biddie by my side |
Got 'em all big, man they hating on me |
Told them send bottles all night, fuck sleep, fuck sleep, yeah |
Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad |
Hopped up out the wraith ain’t tryna brag, brag |
Suicide doors, suicide yah |
I’m just doing me so why you mad, mad |
Flexin' on them, just flexin' on them, like Ric Flair |
Diamonds on them, just shining on them, they love to stare |
Brought the Gucci fit just to take a pic, do it for the gram |
Got the duffle bags supreme, you feel, with a hundred grams |
You can catch me creeping, crawling through the night |
If you see me, got a biddie by my side |
Got 'em all big, man they hating on me |
Told them send bottles all night, fuck sleep, fuck sleep, yeah |
Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad |
Hopped up out the wraith ain’t tryna brag, brag |
Suicide doors, suicide yah |
I’m just doing me so why you mad, mad |
Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad |
Hopped up out the wraith ain’t tryna brag, brag |
Suicide doors, suicide yah |
I’m just doing me so why you mad, mad |