Mad - New Jack Lyrics

She callin my phone
Hold up
I ain't talking no more
Hips
Dips
Lips
Kiss
MAD is going blitz
I ain't even plead fifth
In high school i would be leave in fifth
She was texting od
Cause me and her ot
Baby we just overdue
Cause I'm not really into you
Bros really some crash outs
Hit and run up on the news
Dk got a interview
Mama screaming what you do
Ran him over took his keys
4 stars got no warrant
I'm really waring with them thieves
Crocks
Fake ass niggas please
Shook
Ain't no prodigy
Shook
Wit no Prada jeans
Shook

F*ckin wit me but she don't send me heart eyes
Put on her roster I'm dealing with small fry
Back for years I'm simping a shy guy
Now I'm addict got to much pride
Prince of Saiyan I'll crack you on sight
I don't give a f*ck about the niggas you like
I don't give a f*ck if you say I'm your type
She typing some bullshit
Like matt wya?
I'm lost on track
Caught in the verse
Bumped Casablanca
Its out on the third
Just want sex
Don't use your words
Thats it