[Intro]

Yo, you niggas still can't sit with us, stupid

I did the Louboutin’s, these is Gucci now, you heard?

[Chorus]

Young Rich Squad man you boys can't even sit with us

Said he fly as me boy you must be smoking angel dust

New block blower pull up on you phonem paint you up

I get legal money ion fuck with all that shady stuff

[Verse 1]

Ridin' through the street in my whip, it’s a spaceship, uh

I be in the booth, like a day shift, uh

Girl wanna cuff, I don't date, bitch, uh

Dive off the stage, I'ma break shit (What?)

You be mad, I'll be high as fuck

Man you haters sound annoying, like you Donald Duck

If you thinkin' I won't blow up, then you out of luck

I like to use the baby draco, got a lot of buck

And I can't never be a vegan, boy, I love cheese

Probably thought I'm a custodian, I touch keys

I just bought a rollie for my wrist, I call that time freeze

I don’t wanna hear you move your lips, bitch, do not squeak

She gon’ fuck me at her crib, tell her man off

Keep a fifty round drum, Zach Randolph

Niggas really tweaking with that nine, no bath salts

Shoot her with the scope, finna aim, take yo' ass off

I don’t know what's broke, bitch, I work hard

And I used to rock soap and sip wockhardt

Police try to say they saw it on us, bitch, that's not ours

My niggas bang with the blue, like a cop car

Smoke dope, loud pack, that's Jamaican

Bag it up in fives, I ain’t never had no patience

12th and imperial was at the trolly station

I used to smoke dope out that crib that was vacant

Niggas tweakin' on you in some motherfuckin' Sb's

I don't wanna fuck you, baby girl, I want yo' bestie

I be puttin' green in my pocket so they healthy

I always be right, but I'm shootin' like a lefty, bitch

[Refrain]

Nigga why these niggas mad? (Why they mad?)

Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag)

Nigga, why these niggas mad? (Why they mad?)

Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag)

Nigga, why these niggas mad? (Why they mad, hoe?)

Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag, hoe)

Nigga, why these niggas mad? (Why they mad, hoe?)

Nigga, I been in my bag (In my bag, bitch)

Nigga, why these niggas mad, hoe? (Why they mad, hoe?)

Nigga, I been in my bag, hoe (In my bag, hoe)

Why these niggas mad, hoe? (Why they mad? Why they mad?)

Nigga, I been in my bag, hoe (In my bag, hoe)

[Verse 2]

Why you mad? I get bread now

Put in work so my pockets lookin' fed now

Young Rich Squad, these my brothers, ain't no friends now

Get another check through the mail, like a pen pal

Ridin' through the street in my whip, it's a spaceship

I be in the booth 9 to 5, issa day shift

Girl wanna cuff, I don't date, bitch

Dive off the stage with the mic, I'ma break shit

[Outro]

Dummy, stupid, stupid