Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Can't Be Mad, artist - YSN Flow. Date of issue: 19.11.2020
Song language: English
I Can't Be Mad |
| I can’t be mad, I can’t be mad |
| I can’t be mad, yeah-yeah |
| L462, gang |
| On granny, yeah |
| I can’t be mad, niggas ain’t ride, now 200 on my dash |
| Push this bitch off like it ain’t even fast |
| Ain’t tryna brag, but remember them days that they put me in last |
| Catch my opposition, I’m destined to crash |
| Trappy like a rocket, he ready to blast |
| In the stu' off them Addys, I bet I’ma spazz |
| I can’t be hurt by no nigga, I went through some shit with my dad |
| So much pain I don’t show |
| I think I’m good, but they call me the G.O.A.T |
| Tryna move out that struggle was ready to go |
| Did this shit by myself, they ain’t teach me the rols |
| But now they tryna hang with me |
| I only move if th gang with me |
| Every time that I step got the flame with me |
| He a sneak diss his nigga, he lame to me |
| I’m tryna run up them digits, let’s cut it |
| They know I’ma fuck up the bank if I touch it |
| I’m tryna fuck up the trap, tell 'em rush it |
| LAX, I just left with the pack in my luggage |
| She tryna kiss on my lips, are you buggin'? |
| Rich nigga shit, ho, you know how I’m stuntin' |
| Knock off his face if that boy do the frontin' |
| That’s how it be when them young niggas bummin' |
| Don’t give a fuck about shit, just stay with them sticks |
| And make sure that nobody miss |
| I make a call and they grip, go wet up that strip |
| We hit everybody then dip |
| Never had nothin', bitch, I had to steal if I want it |
| So that’s probably why I’m like this |
| I’m probably off with your bitch, you say, «I love you» and shit |
| I just be fuckin' her up then I pass to the clique |
| I can’t be mad, niggas ain’t ride, now 200 on my dash |
| Push this bitch off like it ain’t even fast |
| Ain’t tryna brag, but remember them days that they put me in last |
| Catch my opposition, I’m destined to crash |
| Trappy like a rocket, he ready to blast |
| In the stu' off them Addys, I bet I’ma spazz |
| I can’t be hurt by no nigga, I went through some shit with my dad |
| Walk out in Neiman’s, I’m drippin' |
| I’m designer, reminiscin', was just in that kitchen |
| Can’t let 'em knock off my pivot |
| Two choices, lose or go and get it |
| So I hopped in my bag |
| Ran it up and now I need me a duffle |
| Yeah, I’m really 'bout it, ain’t nobody gon' touch me |
| Crack the seal, bitch, we been sippin' on bubbly |
| I know shit look pretty but we from that ugly |
| Walk into school with that ratchet on me |
| Got a dick in this Glock, don’t do pattin' on me |
| I bet niggas respect me, don’t have to know me |
| See the way that I’m ballin', might pass Ginobli |
| If I step out, you know, it’s designer on me |
| 'Cause we really fuck up the mall, ho |
| Spendin' money, that’s my flaw, ho |
| Off them Xannies, I get lost, ho |
| I can’t be mad, niggas ain’t ride, now 200 on my dash |
| Push this bitch off like it ain’t even fast |
| Ain’t tryna brag, but remember them days that they put me in last |
| Catch my opposition, I’m destined to crash |
| Trappy like a rocket, he ready to blast |
| In the stu' off them Addys, I bet I’ma spazz |
| I can’t be hurt by no nigga, I went through some shit with my dad |