risktakerleek - u mad lyrics
[intro]
okay, n+gga, i can’t stop feedin’ my pockets, huh (lako, lako, lako)
what the f+ck?
n+gga, i can’t stop feedin’ my pockets
i might—, ayy
yeah, i can’t stop feedin’ my pockets, n+gga
huh, i just can’t stop feedin’ my—
okay
[verse 1]
can’t stop feeding my pockets, these b+tches big, i know that they watchin’
and you see this chain? this sh+t for the projects
you reach for this b+tch, catch a sh+ll like rashid and wallace
these n+ggas ain’t getting no green, just stop it
lil’ bro catching bodies on bodies, don’t stop it
these n+ggas can’t keep up, so they gotta copy
we shipping the honeybun, beat it like rocky
go get ’em a lawyer and beat it like rocky
i’m really too humble, i know i sound c+cky
these n+ggas be watching, i hope they ain’t plottin’ ’cause i got a plot for thе plot and we put sh+t in sauce
oh, he a gangstеr? he up in and c+ck it
that sh+t is not gangster, we up it, then pop it
to tell you the truth, i don’t know how all oppas
they really not oppas, they beef ’cause we poppin’
[chorus]
ayy, okay, you mad? (huh?)
you mad? (what?)
you mad? (what?)
you mad? (what the f+ck?)
and i bet i know why
if they ain’t mad ’bout the money, they mad ’cause they broke out
pull up and leave us at tata
i’m ’bout to go catch a flight, you just make sure he stir+fry
ayy, okay, she mad? (huh?)
she mad (what?)
she mad? (d+mn)
she mad? (what the f+ck?)
i bet i know why
if she ain’t mad that i f+cked her and ducked her
she mad i won’t cuff her
she probably say this and that on the internet, but i can’t see it, i’m gone off the truffles
[verse 2]
anyway, back to the money, it’s dope
you don’t wan’ make me mad or a n+gga in trouble
and i ain’t even stunt no n+gga, but he made me mad enough, i put that sh+t on his mother
they be like, “leeka, you trippin’, that trouble”
it ain’t nothin’ else to do, swear to god, got all his brothers
arp, duh+duh, duh+duh, it stutter
trap happy loaded with zaza and b+tter
might do a scam, without profit, i double
i’m that n+gga, i moved all my folks out the gutter
i’m not interested in beef or no smoke
she be up on the score, tryna move on my brothers
and put ’em all on, they can move out they mothers
n+gga, i might talk that sh+t, but i see bigger pictures
we punished n+ggas, it’s probably four people alive from them n+ggas group
[chorus]
ayy, okay, you mad? (huh?)
you mad? (what?)
you mad? (what?)
you mad? (what the f+ck?)
and i bet i know why
if they ain’t mad ’bout the money, they mad ’cause they broke out
pull up and leave us at tata
i’m ’bout to go catch a flight, you just make sure he stir+fry
ayy, okay, she mad? (huh?)
she mad (what?)
she mad? (d+mn)
she mad? (what the f+ck?)
i bet i know why
if she ain’t mad that i f+cked her and ducked her
she mad i won’t cuff her
she probably say this and that on the internet, but i can’t see it, i’m gone off the truffles
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