Dom Frisko - Make Em Mad Lyrics

Dom Frisko Bitch
Sbk hoe, in that thing hoe
Roll you something
Light it up
Ok I do my own shit
Keep it simple, Pop like pimple
Bitch you know that shit sick
All my haters burned they bridges now they ask me for shit
Do no favors, if you need me you can pay in advance
Long as I'm paid, No I ain't tripping what you need? Im your man.
Long as my pockets straight, steak up on my plate, strap up on my waist
One of the many perks, of living in my state
Im from Texas bitch where 'round here, we don't really play
I mean we do, but not like you, the life I chose a whole mood
Haters watch the way I move, tryna copy yea it's cool
Cause you can't do, the way I do You end up losing
Your girl choosing now I'm cruising, smoking buddah
Follow me, don't let me lose ya
Ok, I still pay my dues
People back home call my phone just to tell me I'm that dude
Homie told me got to upgrade spent a grip on my shoes
Don't smoke no reggie so you bet not bring that shit in my booth
Don't got to kill nobody, bet I'll still end up on the news.
They act surprised that I'm from out of town and still making moves
And it don't matter who you are people gon' still hate on you
Got tunnel vision, block you out, no you can't f*ck with my views
Y soy latino, when I pull up people say I'm that fool
Man I'm fresh, Fly as f*ck, keep it tucked, bout my bucks
You just lookin sus
Girl tell yo man, he can't f*ck with us,
No one that I trust except my blood, yea my cuz
Yea that's fam, you know what's up
Ok my foot up on the gas, numbers go up on the dash
Swerving hoping I don't crash spent a grip then made it back
Lil extra for the stash
Not the type to brag more the type to make em mad
Ok my foot up on the gas, numbers go up on the dash
Swerving hoping I don't crash spent a grip then made it back
Lil extra for the stash
Not the type to brag more the type to make em mad
Ok my foot up on the gas, numbers go up on the dash
Smoking hoping I don't crash spent a grip then made it back
Lil extra for the stash
Not the type to brag more the type to make em mad
Ok I'm back in this bitch, Never left but that's how I felt
When I first made this shit
Reminded me of when nobody else first believed in the kid
Man I still got shit to prove got things to add to my crib
Got things to buy, got cars to drive before my soul leaves this bitch
Gold up on my wrist nothing too big, been two years since I've smoked mid
Had to start somewhere I guess, yo bitch like the way I dress
She don't know that I'm a mess, She just think a playa fresh
I just go with it like "yes!"
Ima do, what I does, yea thats facts
And no doubt, that I do it to the max
Know I do it, for the ones who done passed
Cause who knows how long this shit gon' really last
Ok my foot up on the gas, numbers go up on the dash
Swerving hoping I don't crash spent a grip then made it back
Lil extra for the stash
Not the type to brag more the type to make em mad
Ok my foot up on the gas, numbers go up on the dash
Swerving hoping I don't crash spent a grip then made it back
Lil extra for the stash
Not the type to brag more the type to make em mad
Ok my foot up on the gas, numbers go up on the dash
Smoking hoping I don't crash spent a grip then made it back
Lil extra for the stash
Not the type to brag more the type to make em mad