Mad at you king von lyrics

Mad Lyrics by King Von, from the album “What It Means To Be King“, music has been produced by Chopsquad DJ, and Mad song lyrics are penned down by Chopsquad DJ & King Von.

Mad Lyrics

Banger
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger

These niggas mad, I started rapping then I shot straight to the top
These niggas mad because they not making no noise and now I’m hot
These niggas mad because I fuck with Top and we still on that block (We still on that block)
These niggas mad because I fuck with Durk and these shots for my opps (And these shots for my opps)
These niggas mad, I started rapping then I shot straight to the top (And I shot straight to the top)
These niggas mad because they not making no noise and now I’m hot (And now a nigga hot)
Thesе niggas mad because I fuck with Top and we still on that block (Wе still on that block)
These niggas mad because I fuck with Durk and these shots for my opps (And these shots for my opps, boom)

These niggas out here broke and shit, they stealin’ coats and shit
It’s twenty bands up on that nigga head, that’s what you ‘posed to get
Bitch, you over with, you lost that, boy, your ass a goofy (Boy, your ass a goofy)
Say you saw me and you had it on you, why you didn’t shoot? (Then why you didn’t shoot?)
It’s safe to say (Uh-huh), lil’ nigga, I paved the way (I did)
Sixteen, I caught a case, my mama lost her Section 8 (Damn)
I was in and out, guns in the house, but you know mama straight (You know)
‘Member when she found it, tried to kick me out, I was like, “Mama, wait” (Damn, damn)
Grandma say, “You better pray” (Uh-huh), I tell her, “Every day” (I did)
Then miss school and come in late (Uh-huh), some nights, she won’t see my face (Damn, damn)
I was out there wildin’ (Wildin’), everybody know Von a problem (They know)
I ain’t had no father, but that just made me go even harder
Two dead in one day, boy, I’m a heavyweight
Cold case, he D.O.A., mask up, gotta hide your face
Uncle said I’m dumb, locked up, caught another case
And they ain’t had no bond, couldn’t pay this shit anyway

These niggas mad, I started rapping then I shot straight to the top
These niggas mad because they not making no noise and now I’m hot
These niggas mad because I fuck with Top and we still on that block (We still on that block)
These niggas mad because I fuck with Durk and these shots for my opps (And these shots for my opps)
These niggas mad, I started rapping then I shot straight to the top (And I shot straight to the top)
These niggas mad because they not making no noise and now I’m hot (And now a nigga hot)
These niggas mad because I fuck with Top and we still on that block (We still on that block)
These niggas mad because I fuck with Durk and these shots for my opps (And these shots for my opps, boom)

SONG INFO:

Song: Mad
Artist: King Von
Album: What It Means To Be King (2022)
Music: Chopsquad DJ
Lyrics: Chopsquad DJ & King Von

Lyrics

(Banger, banger) Damn (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) Yeah, I'm mad at you, so mad at you Yeah, I'm mad at you, I'm mad at you forreal Yeah, I'm mad at you, I'm so so mad at you Yeah, I'm mad at you Von, uh Yeah, I'm mad at you (I'm mad) And I know I fucked up, well damn look how you move (you do) You in Cali with some niggas, bitch, you must be stupid (you must be stupid) Tryna play me, you losin' (you losin') Let a nigga play crazy, I'm shootin' (he what?) Got a whole bunch of guns know how to use 'em (boom, boom) Damn, I ain't even really tryna be stupid (uh-huh) Damn, I ain't even really tryna go through this (uh-huh) Damn, I ain't really tryna find me a new bitch (a what?) Damn, I should've peeped them signs, I'm stupid (damn, damn) I held you down you ruthless (ruthless) Don't know how you can do it (how? How?) You text him when we into it (what?) Just look at how you movin' (damn, damn) Hell nah, we was on that jail call You was textin', hell nah You was fuckin', hell nah (you was textin') You was touchin' (you was touchin') Hell nah, you was gettin' it (hell nah) Hell nah, you was in her (nah, nah) Hell nah, you was with her (hell nah) Hell nah, I'll be damned, like (nah, nah) I told you before (I did) If you wanna leave then you can just go (you can just go) You catch too many bodies (what?) A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (nah, nah) I watered your seed, I want you to grow Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe Was lucky as hell, you fuckin' a GOAT I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (takin' it slow) Can't believe you lied to me (I can't) And I'm the nigga of yo dreams, it's gon' be hard to sleep (it's gon' be hard) And a ho gon' be a ho, that shit don't bother me (that shit don't, nah) But you all up in my crib, now bitch you tryin' me (now you tryin') Bitch, why you lyin' to me? (Bitch why you lyin'?) Hell nah, we was on that jail call You was textin', hell nah (what?) You was fuckin', hell nah (damn, damn) You was touchin' (damn, damn) Hell nah, you was gettin' it (nah, nah) Hell nah, you was in her (damn, damn) Hell nah, you was with her (uh) Hell nah, I'll be damned, like I told you before (I did) If you wanna leave then you can just go (you can just go) You catch too many bodies (what?) A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (nah, nah) I watered your seed, I want you to grow Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe Was lucky as hell, you fuckin' a GOAT (hell nah, nigga) I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (takin' it slow) We been in this shit for two years Niggas know what's up with me (put some respect on my name) Say I don't show you off, I can't even brag on your name comfortably (you for everybody) You got these weak bitches really thinkin' they could even fuck with me But wanna shootout if a nigga touchin' me While you creepin' out late, with yo B on the run Tellin' me that you tryna get custody (what?) I'm like hell nah, what you care about You wanna air it out, then nigga say it all (on God) Fuckin' a bitch with no rubber then sit back and wonder Why I had to play it raw (you fucked up) You say you real but you ain't at all How you break the code when you made it law? (What?) My love don't come with a price, you could put me in ice It won't stop me from skatin' off (I'm priceless) And I came from the trenches It's hard to show love but for you I was different (I was) Been through this before So go be with a hoe 'cause I know you was itchin' The realest out all of yo niggas (still is) And you heard me but ain't never listen (shh) Don't be tweakin' to get some attention You gon' get caught with them rappers and strippers, I'm tellin' you Hell nah, we was on that jail call You was textin', hell nah (what?) You was fuckin', hell nah (damn, damn) You was touchin' (damn, damn) Hell nah, you was gettin' it (nah, nah) Hell nah, you was in her (damn, damn) Hell nah, you was with her (uh) Hell nah, I'll be damned, like I told you before (I did) If you wanna leave then you can just go (you can just go) You catch too many bodies (what?) A nigga like me ain't gon' want you no more (nah, nah) I watered your seed, I want you to grow Blamed it on her friend, we know she a hoe Was lucky as hell, you fuckin' a GOAT I learned my lesson, I'm takin' it slow (takin' it slow) Hell nah, we was on that jail call You was textin', hell nah You was fuckin', hell nah You was touchin' Hell nah, you was gettin' it Hell nah, you was in her Hell nah, you was with her Hell nah, I'll be damned, like

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