Guess that's what they mad at
That's what they mad at oooh That's what they mad at
That's what they mad at
Silent assassin peep how I'm Dragging
My bitch a hot girl call her the stallion
I'm tryna stack It keep money piling
The way I'm dressing it's like thousand islands
I got the block hot it's a sunna
I don't want no checks without commas
I can fix your life like Iyanla
I set so many trends I'm iconic
Niggas a tell you anything
Expecting you to except it
How you mad cause I won't let you finesse me
Don't give me my flowers I'll grow my own
Garden
Became self made and flooded the market
I'm Thugging regardless
Man of respect I expect you to Shut the f*ck up when I'm talking
Started banging serving junkies
Ducking pigs like I'm Islamic
BIG KD I'm 700
You all cap let's just be honest
I put Holes in your top
He look like a pair of crocs
Bitch I'm everything you not
And I started on the block
They talk about me a lot
I'm the topic they main focus
Now they on dick
But they was just counting me out
Still approaching me like I ain't noticed
Throwing rocks and hiding hands
Biggest haters really fans
Popularity over talent
I will never understand
But I
Guess that's what they mad at
That's what they mad at oooh That's what they mad at
That's what they mad at
Started with a 8 Ball
Shit was Banging I couldn't even take a day off
Working Every shift nigga even Graveyard
Couldn't punch the clock Cociana was my Day Job
Got tired of Mice and roaches all on the sofas
I Pitched the Yola
I made a way like I was Moses
I'm staying Focused
380 tucked in my holster
Looking over my shoulder
Posted up with my soldiers
I'm tryna Break Down Stones as big As Boulders
Bitch I Get rid of the rock like I was Hova
And I started wit a 9 piece
The Blicky right there by my side Like we Siamese
I came along way from nickels of the Reggie
8balls of the ready
Footchases wit the Teddies
Looking out for Malibu's
Ford Taurus's and the Chevys
If them Knockers catch you Slipping they Gone box you like it's checkers
And I
Guess that's what they mad at
That's what they mad at oooh That's what they mad at
That's what they mad at
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Guess that's what they mad at
That's what they mad at oooh That's what they mad at
That's what they mad at
Silent assassin peep how I'm Dragging
My bitch a hot girl call her the stallion
I'm tryna stack It keep money piling
The way I'm dressing it's like thousand islands
I got the block hot it's a sunna
I don't want no checks without commas
I can fix your life like Iyanla
I set so many trends I'm iconic
Niggas a tell you anything
Expecting you to except it
How you mad cause I won't let you finesse me
Don't give me my flowers I'll grow my own
Garden
Became self made and flooded the market
I'm Thugging regardless
Man of respect I expect you to Shut the f*ck up when I'm talking
Started banging serving junkies
Ducking pigs like I'm Islamic
BIG KD I'm 700
You all cap let's just be honest
I put Holes in your top
He look like a pair of crocs
Bitch I'm everything you not
And I started on the block
They talk about me a lot
I'm the topic they main focus
Now they on dick
But they was just counting me out
Still approaching me like I ain't noticed
Throwing rocks and hiding hands
Biggest haters really fans
Popularity over talent
I will never understand
But I
Guess that's what they mad at
That's what they mad at oooh That's what they mad at
That's what they mad at
Started with a 8 Ball
Shit was Banging I couldn't even take a day off
Working Every shift nigga even Graveyard
Couldn't punch the clock Cociana was my Day Job
Got tired of Mice and roaches all on the sofas
I Pitched the Yola
I made a way like I was Moses
I'm staying Focused
380 tucked in my holster
Looking over my shoulder
Posted up with my soldiers
I'm tryna Break Down Stones as big As Boulders
Bitch I Get rid of the rock like I was Hova
And I started wit a 9 piece
The Blicky right there by my side Like we Siamese
I came along way from nickels of the Reggie
8balls of the ready
Footchases wit the Teddies
Looking out for Malibu's
Ford Taurus's and the Chevys
If them Knockers catch you Slipping they Gone box you like it's checkers
And I
Guess that's what they mad at
That's what they mad at oooh That's what they mad at
That's what they mad at
That's what they mad at oooh That's what they mad at
That's what they mad at
Silent assassin peep how I'm Dragging
My bitch a hot girl call her the stallion
I'm tryna stack It keep money piling
The way I'm dressing it's like thousand islands
I got the block hot it's a sunna
I don't want no checks without commas
I can fix your life like Iyanla
I set so many trends I'm iconic
Niggas a tell you anything
Expecting you to except it
How you mad cause I won't let you finesse me
Don't give me my flowers I'll grow my own
Garden
Became self made and flooded the market
I'm Thugging regardless
Man of respect I expect you to Shut the f*ck up when I'm talking
Started banging serving junkies
Ducking pigs like I'm Islamic
BIG KD I'm 700
You all cap let's just be honest
I put Holes in your top
He look like a pair of crocs
Bitch I'm everything you not
And I started on the block
They talk about me a lot
I'm the topic they main focus
Now they on dick
But they was just counting me out
Still approaching me like I ain't noticed
Throwing rocks and hiding hands
Biggest haters really fans
Popularity over talent
I will never understand
But I
Guess that's what they mad at
That's what they mad at oooh That's what they mad at
That's what they mad at
Started with a 8 Ball
Shit was Banging I couldn't even take a day off
Working Every shift nigga even Graveyard
Couldn't punch the clock Cociana was my Day Job
Got tired of Mice and roaches all on the sofas
I Pitched the Yola
I made a way like I was Moses
I'm staying Focused
380 tucked in my holster
Looking over my shoulder
Posted up with my soldiers
I'm tryna Break Down Stones as big As Boulders
Bitch I Get rid of the rock like I was Hova
And I started wit a 9 piece
The Blicky right there by my side Like we Siamese
I came along way from nickels of the Reggie
8balls of the ready
Footchases wit the Teddies
Looking out for Malibu's
Ford Taurus's and the Chevys
If them Knockers catch you Slipping they Gone box you like it's checkers
And I
Guess that's what they mad at
That's what they mad at oooh That's what they mad at
That's what they mad at
Writer: Devin Hance
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