Got Em Mad – Kenny Bible
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Got Em Mad

HOOK 1-
They be talkin’ but they ain’t shit, yuh-ha
Gangbanger, Yaku-zaha
I’m up top, multiplyin’ all the moolah
Money blindin’, they go booyah

VERSE 1-
Bang bang, one hit, that’s a bullseye
Deadshot, euphoric and I’m feelin’ high
AK-47, OG that’s illegal ugh
Goin’ all day- this bitch ain’t lethal ugh
I’m a masterpiece, My mama like Picasso
Pablo Esco goin’ Rambo, ratatat
That’s me goin’ pop-pop-pop
This bo-bo-bop goin’ up top

CHORUS 2x-
Got’em mad, they be cappin’ that they made it
Got’em mad, they be lackin’ cause they ain’t lit
Got’em mad, I be smashin’ what they can’t hit
Got’em mad, I be laughin’ cause they ain’t shit

VERSE 2-
Don’t call me bro, I ain’t your brother
I call your mama my mama cause she my sugar mama
I’m so hyped man, you no hype man
You’re for awhile, I’m forever, check my lifespan
I’m God’s Man, God’s plan, do you understand?
My pocket money worth a hunnid band plus a hunnid grand
Got clout and the moolah pure
No Corona but I need the cure and I’m hella sure
Go crazy, man, I hit it first
I made that cherry pop, homie bitch, I made it burst
But that bitch ain’t loyal, that’s facts
I’m still a G, no gang, no face tats
CHORUS-
Got’em mad, they be cappin’ that they made it
Got’em mad, they be lackin’ cause they ain’t lit
Got’em mad, I be smashin’ what they can’t hit
Got’em mad, I be laughin’ cause they ain’t shit

Got’em mad, got’em sad
I’m so bad, bad bitches call me dad
Big daddy, bad daddy and that’s just right
I’m hardcore, hard smashin’ your wife
Balenciaga drippin’, I’m the Kingpin
I’m the P.I.M.P., I be pimpin’
I’m unmatched, bitches high-key they be tryin’
Got a bucket full of tears, why you cryin’?

CHORUS-
Got’em mad, they be cappin’ that they made it
Got’em mad, they be lackin’ cause they ain’t lit
Got’em mad, I be smashin’ what they can’t hit
Got’em mad, I be laughin’ cause they ain’t shit

HOOK 2-
They be talkin’ but they ain’t shit, yuh-ha
Gangbanger, Yaku-zaha
Go big, I’m the new Big Poppa
Got my lady goin’ gaga
OUTRO-
Going gaga, going gaga, chuggin’ liquor ugh
Going gaga, stackin’ paper in the daily ugh
Going gaga, I go milli to a billi ugh
Going gaga, and they still mad bruh
And they still mad bruh
And they stay mad cuh
Man, they been mad ugh yuh
They real mad bruh

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