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