The Brazy Bunch, A-Wax & King Iso - Mad For lyrics

[Chorus: A-Wax] I get treated differently now that I got my bag up Had no other choice when I was young but make the trap jump In a Louis store, I keep employees filling bags up b*tch get out your feelings, no one care what you so mad for b*tch get out your feelings Snitching on himself, imagine how he talk to 12 Well that's the way he talk the flag bro fu*k up out your feelings Pray God as my witness, pillow talking to these b*tches That's a good way to get back though [Verse 1: A-Wax] First day up out the county, big stack of blues I'm counting Just hired an accountant, got more drip than a fountain Long way from public housing, these kicks on me was a thousand Kidnap your boo like Bowser, while sipping on juice all drowsy This ain't no Trish I'm pouring, got more drip than the ocean Alphabet boys keep probing, JT diamonds keep me frozen Long as she run an enemy, won't mind if she be hoeing Sold a lot of 'ye, to my success it was a key component Chains on my neck, a real gaudy, DA compared me to Gotti Never did dirt with you 'cause I'm afraid in a jam you will put the blame on me When I said that I could get you a feature with Drake, we ain't talking 'bout Aubrey su*kers be hating me largely, around this b*tch I got more beef than Arby's You could keep the clout, I don't got time for Q and A's Freddie Krueger grill to match the Freddy Krueger chain She's an oxymoron way she gave me stupid brain Pop out on them tripping, ain't nobody shooting strains [Chorus: A-Wax] I get treated differently now that I got my bag up Had no other choice when I was young but make the trap jump In a Louis store, I keep employees filling bags up b*tch get out your feelings, no one care what you so mad for b*tch get out your feelings Snitching on himself, imagine how he talk to 12 Well that's the way he talk the flag bro fu*k up out your feelings Pray God as my witness, pillow talking to these b*tches That's a good way to get back though [Verse 2: King Iso] Hoe why you mad like TV? I ball like Madden, easy Like Steve they Mad, an' see me With sticks like "That's a teepee" How you a Mac and PC? Pop like Mike Jackson, hehe Like bruh got cast to be me Said blood gon' have to be me b*tch didn't believe in me back then when I was broke as sh*t Heard I got a ticket, now want tickets to my show and sh*t b*tch used to call bad b's on me, I knew she for sure a snitch I was sick, now all that alter-brain homage is over with The diamonds come logic with staring Used to rock it like Ozzy, no Sharon I do all my dirt by my lonely, you needed a homie, that means no comparing When I said that I could get you a feature with Tech, wasn't talking 'bout Aaron (No) If you see me with that Pie-Rx don't worry 'bout nothing, I'm just running errands (Yo) That's on the ghosts like the dead bloods They had loafs in they mouths, ain't no breadcrumbs If this rapping don't work and the feds come Get that dope out the mattress like bed bugs You picked up a habit, I was fed drugs So much blood on my hands look like red gloves Now I tear through the paper like check stubs Aye man, drumming that b*tch on my Questlove [Chorus: A-Wax] I get treated differently now that I got my bag up Had no other choice when I was young but make the trap jump In a Louis store, I keep employees filling bags up b*tch get out your feelings, no one care what you so mad for b*tch get out your feelings Snitching on himself imagine how he talk to 12 Well that's the way he talk the flag bro fu*k up out your feelings Pray God as my witness, pillow talking to these b*tches That's a good way to get back though