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I Can't Be Mad
- (Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
- 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 rolеs
- But now they tryna hang with me
- I only move if thе 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 click
- 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
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