Caleb Cruise, Kaleb Mitchell - U Mad?

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Why you mad at us?
Cause we add it up, add it up, add it up
Why you mad at us?
Cause we add it up
You don’t make hits and its batter up
I got big bags, where my wrist at
I don’t miss that, when I hit that
Got the kickback jumping like its six flags
Why you mad at us?
Why you, why you mad at us?
Bet you mad at us, right
When I grab it on sight
Lil' something not light
And I’m 'bout it all night
I got baddies on flight
Send the addy, I might
Bet her daddy don’t like
Roll a fatty, light
You can bunt when you bat me home
Drunk on the patio
Flunk, I was bad at school
I’m not your average dude
Geek, you can let it out
Freak on the bed and couch
Hot like we’re heading south
Drop, I want head and mouth, oooh
I’m a boss, I’m a boss like Michael
I was not on the top back in high school
You gotta let it go
Run like we’re heading home
Blunt, like it medical
I got it set in stone
Why you mad at us?
Cause we add it up, add it up, add it up
Why you mad at us?
Cause we add it up
You don’t make hits and its batter up
I got big bags, where my wrist at
I don’t miss that, when I hit that
Got the kickback jumping like its six flags
Why you mad at us?
Why you, why you mad at us?
I got em mad
I do don’t nothing but grind
And stay in my bag
Told them that I need the green
Just like some cabbage
Came in this game just to ball
Feel like the mavericks
Yeah
Since I stepped on the scene
It’s a lot that I seen
I just followed my dreams, I want my rings
Family need a lotta things
They don’t want it with my team
I’m wit the squad, told you I been on my job
City on me like LeBron
I got the drive
You was never on my side
Now you really tryna ride
Nah, aye
I don’t need you, like at all, aye
They just tryna see me fall, aye
I told em no, not at all, aye
I turned to myself to a boss, aye
973, baby, already know where I’m from
You can hold number two
Cuz you know that I’m the one
Why you mad at us?
Cause we add it up, add it up, add it up
Why you mad at us?
Cause we add it up
You don’t make hits and its batter up
I got big bags, where my wrist at
I don’t miss that, when I hit that
Got the kickback jumping like its six flags
Why you mad at us?
Why you, why you mad at us?