why u look mad

I like this song we love you Tecca Why you look so mad Ginseng Why you look so mad all the time I like Fuck out of my face nigga You niggas bitches leave me the fuck alone I don't even fuck with y'all what the fuck you talkin' 'bout Tecca Just woke up I freestyle nigga man this shit don't stop Yeah yeah Yeah rockin' Rick Owens on my bitch she bad got a Gucci crop top Yeah yeah Run up on a nigga get it lit like BIC if a nigga talkin' hot Bitch I just make new hit today nigga mad 'cause I'm hot and you not New hit I just pour up a deuce of that cup Pour up a deuce of that Wock' That Wock' And your bitch on my dick gettin' top Bitch on my dick gettin' top Gettin' top Whole time he think he on top He an addi' he sippin' on drop On drop Man I know that they don't understand me whole time and I don't give a fuck Don't give a fuck They like Tecca why you so moody Lil' nigga I'm just in my mood Why you so mad I don't fuck with you niggas I'm not quiet I just don't talk to you Talk to my bitch They say Tecca why you look mad Lil' nigga that just be my mood My mood They say Tecca why you look mad Lil' nigga that just be my mood Two bitches on my dick they arguin' nigga like Family Feud They say Tecca switched up on the gang lil' nigga yeah you know it ain't true Fuck your gang Some niggas they stole from me Some niggas they flopped on me Punk-ass niggas Got your bitch givin' top on me if a nigga talkin' hot on me Niggas is bitches Man some niggas try to steal sauce nigga think I don't peep that shit Stealin' the sauce Man some niggas try to steal from my house I peep that shit Steal from my house I peeped that bitch she move funny nigga I peep that shit And you think that you gotta watch the opps whole time you gotta watch your clique Watch your own gang And I see the gang do funny shit whole time I gotta make that click On gang And I know who was real right that one day I got hit I got hit Man these niggas think they angelic I don't even really fuck with you bitch Yeah Man this shit too easy freestyling in the mic really do this shit Yeah yeah Fucking so many thots I damn near forgot I knew this bitch Yeah yeah yeah yeah Man I just got a check I ain't even gon' lie I blew this shit 10K Ran down on a opp crib man they thought we just moved in Moved in I don't fuck with no thots I ain't gon' lie they choosin' They choosin' you ain't winnin' I do this I got your bitch and she fuck with the clique I don't got no clique I just gotta die I stir up the pot bro sippin' that 'Wock He can't even walk I got the gas no NOS Gas no NOS gas no NOS Ay shout out Ginseng You know how we fuckin' comin' fuck outta here nigga Man these niggas bitches