Wooo
Wooo
Wooo
Wooo
I'm playin mad
Do hI'm bad
I got blue black red f*ckin rags on my shit
Took my flow back cuz niggas f*ckin latched on my shit
And I'm shooting till I cross out da last on my list
Dead boyfriend but you moved on fast from hI'm
Doing missions for my daughter i cant slack on em
I got some missles put them bitches in the back on em
Foenem pop the f*ckin trunk I'm bouta blast on em
Skr Skr
Skr Skr Skr
That's me zooming from the law I'm driving fast on em
Man these niggas testing me I wanna crash on em
Don't be pointing at me when i f*ckin black on em
I got two four fives hit yo crib up for quarter
Told the police i aint speaking bring my lawyer
Why i got a crown cuz I'm Lil Prince bitch I'm royal
Set this bitch on fire like i doused this bitch in oil
Bottom line You plot on me your plans getting foiled
When I was Ten shit i couldnt buy grillz so i went to school with tinfoil
You cant get to know me nigga none of yall aint royal
Man my flow openin portals I'm gettin Four blicks I'mported bitch
I'm playin mad
Do hI'm bad
I got blue black red f*ckin rags on my shit
Took my flow back cuz niggas f*ckin latched on my shit
And I'm shooting till I cross out da last on my list
Dead boyfriend but you moved on fast from hI'm
Doing missions for my daughter i cant slack on em
I got some missles put them bitches in the back on em
Foenem pop the f*ckin trunk I'm bouta blast on em
Send that bag they do hI'm bad
Couple hours later find hI'm in the grass on some shit
On that ventilator tried to get hI'm bagged on some shit
I'ma get him later lowkey though I'm mad bout that shit
Find your instigator we go titfortat make hI'm a tattoo
On the low that boy a traitor sent his man and he got smacked too
I left Florida I'm on craters I don't know when I'll be back dude
You just said you love the ho I show her what a rack do
Talk is cheap but who asked you?
You could draw blood now and if you don't die today then it's past due
Spin the next day just to ash you
I got Ben Franks in the graveyard when the day comes that they catch you
Then I'm back off the map too
No mistakes when we clash
I'm playin mad
Do hI'm bad
I got blue black red f*ckin rags on my shit
Took my flow back cuz niggas f*ckin latched on my shit
And I'm shooting till I cross out da last on my list
Dead boyfriend but you moved on fast from hI'm
Doing missions for my daughter i cant slack on em
I got some missles put them bitches in the back on em
Foenem pop the f*ckin trunk I'm bouta blast on em
LP Rambo - +iM MAD (feat. Dys Davinci) Lyrics
LP Rambo - +iM MAD (feat. Dys Davinci) Lyrics
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Wooo
Wooo
Wooo
Wooo
I'm playin mad
Do hI'm bad
I got blue black red f*ckin rags on my shit
Took my flow back cuz niggas f*ckin latched on my shit
And I'm shooting till I cross out da last on my list
Dead boyfriend but you moved on fast from hI'm
Doing missions for my daughter i cant slack on em
I got some missles put them bitches in the back on em
Foenem pop the f*ckin trunk I'm bouta blast on em
Skr Skr
Skr Skr Skr
That's me zooming from the law I'm driving fast on em
Man these niggas testing me I wanna crash on em
Don't be pointing at me when i f*ckin black on em
I got two four fives hit yo crib up for quarter
Told the police i aint speaking bring my lawyer
Why i got a crown cuz I'm Lil Prince bitch I'm royal
Set this bitch on fire like i doused this bitch in oil
Bottom line You plot on me your plans getting foiled
When I was Ten shit i couldnt buy grillz so i went to school with tinfoil
You cant get to know me nigga none of yall aint royal
Man my flow openin portals I'm gettin Four blicks I'mported bitch
I'm playin mad
Do hI'm bad
I got blue black red f*ckin rags on my shit
Took my flow back cuz niggas f*ckin latched on my shit
And I'm shooting till I cross out da last on my list
Dead boyfriend but you moved on fast from hI'm
Doing missions for my daughter i cant slack on em
I got some missles put them bitches in the back on em
Foenem pop the f*ckin trunk I'm bouta blast on em
Send that bag they do hI'm bad
Couple hours later find hI'm in the grass on some shit
On that ventilator tried to get hI'm bagged on some shit
I'ma get him later lowkey though I'm mad bout that shit
Find your instigator we go titfortat make hI'm a tattoo
On the low that boy a traitor sent his man and he got smacked too
I left Florida I'm on craters I don't know when I'll be back dude
You just said you love the ho I show her what a rack do
Talk is cheap but who asked you?
You could draw blood now and if you don't die today then it's past due
Spin the next day just to ash you
I got Ben Franks in the graveyard when the day comes that they catch you
Then I'm back off the map too
No mistakes when we clash
I'm playin mad
Do hI'm bad
I got blue black red f*ckin rags on my shit
Took my flow back cuz niggas f*ckin latched on my shit
And I'm shooting till I cross out da last on my list
Dead boyfriend but you moved on fast from hI'm
Doing missions for my daughter i cant slack on em
I got some missles put them bitches in the back on em
Foenem pop the f*ckin trunk I'm bouta blast on em
Wooo
Wooo
Wooo
I'm playin mad
Do hI'm bad
I got blue black red f*ckin rags on my shit
Took my flow back cuz niggas f*ckin latched on my shit
And I'm shooting till I cross out da last on my list
Dead boyfriend but you moved on fast from hI'm
Doing missions for my daughter i cant slack on em
I got some missles put them bitches in the back on em
Foenem pop the f*ckin trunk I'm bouta blast on em
Skr Skr
Skr Skr Skr
That's me zooming from the law I'm driving fast on em
Man these niggas testing me I wanna crash on em
Don't be pointing at me when i f*ckin black on em
I got two four fives hit yo crib up for quarter
Told the police i aint speaking bring my lawyer
Why i got a crown cuz I'm Lil Prince bitch I'm royal
Set this bitch on fire like i doused this bitch in oil
Bottom line You plot on me your plans getting foiled
When I was Ten shit i couldnt buy grillz so i went to school with tinfoil
You cant get to know me nigga none of yall aint royal
Man my flow openin portals I'm gettin Four blicks I'mported bitch
I'm playin mad
Do hI'm bad
I got blue black red f*ckin rags on my shit
Took my flow back cuz niggas f*ckin latched on my shit
And I'm shooting till I cross out da last on my list
Dead boyfriend but you moved on fast from hI'm
Doing missions for my daughter i cant slack on em
I got some missles put them bitches in the back on em
Foenem pop the f*ckin trunk I'm bouta blast on em
Send that bag they do hI'm bad
Couple hours later find hI'm in the grass on some shit
On that ventilator tried to get hI'm bagged on some shit
I'ma get him later lowkey though I'm mad bout that shit
Find your instigator we go titfortat make hI'm a tattoo
On the low that boy a traitor sent his man and he got smacked too
I left Florida I'm on craters I don't know when I'll be back dude
You just said you love the ho I show her what a rack do
Talk is cheap but who asked you?
You could draw blood now and if you don't die today then it's past due
Spin the next day just to ash you
I got Ben Franks in the graveyard when the day comes that they catch you
Then I'm back off the map too
No mistakes when we clash
I'm playin mad
Do hI'm bad
I got blue black red f*ckin rags on my shit
Took my flow back cuz niggas f*ckin latched on my shit
And I'm shooting till I cross out da last on my list
Dead boyfriend but you moved on fast from hI'm
Doing missions for my daughter i cant slack on em
I got some missles put them bitches in the back on em
Foenem pop the f*ckin trunk I'm bouta blast on em
Writer: Warrick Dawsey, Shemar Cousins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid