I'M MAD! Video (MV)

Grrahh (Gang)
Grrahh, Grrahh
Rrahh-rrahh-rrahh (Bow-Bow)
(Bow, Bltttt)
Grrahh-grrahh-grahh (Bow)
Finatic (Im So Slimee)
Gang, Gang-gang-gang (Gang)
Why you tryna beef over a bop tho'?
Oh, it sound like i'm mad? I know
Walkdown, bullets start eatin' ya taco
I'ma leave his shit burnt, charcoal
Put him in the ground, dark hole
Pressin' this button, he under control
Niggas be sweeter than mangoes
Bitch, i'm bout to snap, ankle
Like, i'm frm the West, Kanye
Yo' bitch, Crazy In Luv, Beyoncé
Bullets gon burn like coffee, latte
Talk a lot, blowup ya driveway
Tryna get rowdy cuz' I like to horseplay
Finger f*ckin' the trigger, foreplay
Run in ya house, probably shoot up the hallways
Swing sticks like a bat, ball game
They say I ain't steppin', so I put my feet down
Brodie said "it's gettin cold", he ain't gon put the heat down
20/20 vision, I swear these niggas gon' see now
Lil mama gon' throw it, i'ma catch it, that's a rebound (On bro)
She like how i'm dressin', I might put ranch on her face
Get him lost, he misplaced
Pack him up, spark a eighth
He ain't want no smoke, bro' disposed his ass, f*ck a vape
Bitch, you better duck, i'll leave you stuck, it's gon' be yellow tape (What the f*ck?)
Mmchtt, i'm tired of niggas talkin'
Put the metal to his mouth, since he still talkin'
Boy, you ain't a top opp, how you still walkin'?
I'll be glad when I clap that nigga, he gon' get applauded
Bitch, I got the led
You better run, faucet
Niggas hatin' on me everyday, i'm a walkin' target
Bullets hit him, he collapsed, had that nigga crawlin
Walk inside his crib, flip the switch, take him out like garbage
Rrahh, Rrahh
We get shit shakin' like some ass
Hop out, chase him, he too fast
High off a jet-pack, i'ma blast
Crop him out the pic when the gun flash
Bullets hit hard, he gettin' bashed
Big chop hold a pound, tryna leave shit mashed
If we bump heads, On bro', i'ma clash
Like, i'm frm the West, Kanye
Yo' bitch, Crazy In Luv, Beyoncé
Bullets gon burn like coffee, latte
Talk a lot, blowup ya driveway
Tryna get rowdy cuz' I like to horseplay
Finger f*ckin' the trigger, foreplay
Run in ya house, probably shoot up the hallways
Swing sticks like a bat, ball game
(Why you tryna beef over a bop tho'?)
(Oh, it sound like i'm mad? I know)
(Walkdown, bullets start eatin' ya taco)
(I'ma leave his shit burnt, charcoal)
(Put him in the ground, dark hole)
(Pressin' this button, he under control)
(Niggas be sweeter than mangoes)
(Bitch, i'm bout to snap, ankle)