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inky - don't be mad lyrics

[intro: inky]
don’t be mad ya

aye ooz
these n+ggas mad
ahaha
aye ghost
these n+ggas mad

yo
don’t be mad n+gga

[chorus: inky]
don’t be mad n+gga that i sn+tch your b+tch
don’t be mad
don’t be mad cause i ran off with your zip
don’t be mad
don’t be mad cause i’m out here chasing chips
don’t be mad
don’t be mad cause my goal is to get rich
don’t be mad

don’t be mad n+gga that i sn+tch your b+tch
don’t be mad
don’t be mad cause i ran off with your zip
don’t be mad
don’t be mad cause i’m out here chasing chips
don’t be mad
don’t be mad cause my goal is to get rich
don’t be mad
[verse 1: inky]
don’t be mad cause i been flexing with zay
getting money everyday
i don’t f+ck with a lot of people cause they fake
i got friends whose family
and family who’s fake
last year i almost signed with epic
brooklyn said no way
called the money bae
get up off me b+tch, give me sp+ce
if you f+ck with ghost and oozi bruh
you gon get this fade
i drink lean everyday
if y’all hate me, it’s okay
once i’m making the money
i don’t care what you say
f+ck with me, e put you to lay
i keep the strap on me like every single day
bought the choppa for you f+ck n+ggas
bought the 38 for you f+ck n+ggas
and i keep a glock, so wassup n+gga
don’t be mad, i paid off my momma whip
don’t be mad, my daughter rock designer sh+t
don’t be mad, i be f+cking on your b+tch
f+ck with me, i’m bringing out the sticks
[chorus: inky]
don’t be mad n+gga that i sn+tch your b+tch
don’t be mad
don’t be mad cause i ran off with your zip
don’t be mad
don’t be mad cause i’m out here chasing chips
don’t be mad
don’t be mad cause my goal is to get rich
don’t be mad

[verse 2: oozi black]
it’s about that time
(it’s about that time)
let we go f+ck it up
(f+ck it up, f+ck it up)
we been grinding for the this sh+t
(fashooo)
just some young hustlers
(being on the block)
i see you trying to infiltrate my squad
ain’t gonna let you come f+ck it up
(squad too tight)
i know you see the work we puttin in
that’s why you want f+ck with us
you tryin to finesse your own home boy
dawg you f+ckin up
(snake n+gga)
i bet you won’t try that out of
your hood cause you a lil punk
(you a fake n+gga)
i know it took some time
(i know it took some time)
had to open my eyes
(and i had to realize)
n+ggas be mad when you getting that
mula can’t figure out why
(can’t understand why)
much worst they jealous when
they always seeing you fly
(some dumb sh+t)
your own home boy gon’ be mad
if you make it ain’t tellin no lie
(some phony sh+t)
i don’t understand why
(wtf)
n+ggas move cool
(f+ck you moving cool for?)
but in the back of they mind, they envying you
(f+cking hater)
[chorus: inky]
don’t be mad n+gga that i sn+tch your b+tch
don’t be mad
don’t be mad cause i ran off with your zip
don’t be mad
don’t be mad cause i’m out here chasing chips
don’t be mad
don’t be mad cause my goal is to get rich
don’t be mad

[verse 3: king ghost]
why you mad ?
cause your b+tch want give me neck
and you think she give me s+x
so you all up in upset
when i pass, she break her neck
on my streets i get respect
and i know all the connects
and i get it by the set
another flip, another rack
back to the block, where i making it rock
my n+ggas i roll with, they stick with the hammer
they ready to fire, they all about action
no talking no pasion, my n+ggas we violent
we walk with that iron, you know it’s not silence
can happen in pubic, can happen where ever
watch how you talking, i know you don’t want it
my young n+ggas they hungry, they all about money
the life that we live on the streets is a gamble
i pray to the lord to watch over my shoulders
i’m chasing my vision, f+ck all of you haters
snake in the grass, i see all of you n+gga
choppa on my waist, i can hit all you f+ggets
no time to waste, back to trapping
back to the trap, where everything popping

- inky lyrics

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