[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
Gone mad patna livin’ that life
I gone mad wit’ a army switch knife
He came to the eastside, want beef, but he don’t got no pipe
This shit get gon’ icky, promise I can sight
I don’t miss that bitch, bitch I miss my life
Got my pipe in my hand while I give dat hoe pipe
I ain't trustin' no hoe, can't no bitch be my wife
Want smoke? Okay, check this out
He say dat he wanna go toe 2 toe wit a real vamp
We fuck Instagram models, we don’t fuck wit tramps
I’ll come get yo bitch ass, don’t say shit ‘bout my camp
I’ll come get yo snitch ass, we got switches like lamps
I fucked her back up now I'm startin' to catch cramps
He talkin bout the mob, that shit got me amped
Best believe I’ll do my job, don’t worry bout dat
Know some n***as locked in cobb, I won't get em back
N***a want me dead, I’ll double down wit two damn sticks!
He play wit the gang, then I’m takin’ that risk
Got a blick, cuz a n***a got tired of swing fists
We try that ho out, cuz we know she eat dick
We just put that ho ‘round, she a vamp in distress
I call that bitch up when I wanna have sex and I call the gang up when I wanna make a mess
I done gone mad, bitch I done gone mad
Bitch I done gone mad, gone mad!
Whole gang we done gone mad
Bitch I'm the mad hatter, we knock off yo hat cuz I'm mad!
I earned my damn name now, just call me Spaz
Baby whoa tool on my shit when I’m gon’ grab this mac
Gone mad, bitch I'm in my bag
Gone mad, my young n***a tied wit' Arab
[Verse 2: BabySolid]
I can't even cap, this shit got me mad
I want that boy wrapped, this shit got me mad
Aye lemme just call Lil Spaz, brr
One phone call, put a body in the grass
One phone call, have yo whole family sad
He cannot have first, cuz he last
Quick draw on my Glock like Crayon
When he seen Lil Ki, he ran
Dirty stick, my name is Dan
The like Kilo Jugg? Man, I can't
Man, I gotta break in the bank
One phone call, man I’m tryna get a tank
I don’t give no fuck if you got rank!
You better duck when them chops sang
Babylife shit man, I’m gon’ let these sticks swing
I be wit them vamps like I'm Bruce Wayne
You not a vamp, you ain't got fame
Young n***a trap out them hallways
Walk his ass down, like I made it on Broadway
(Gone mad!)
(This shit in my fuckin' head whoa, like done I really gone mad whoa)
(Gone mad!)
(Like whoa I can't really stop thinking bout this shit whoa, this shit really fuckin’ me up)
Yo Renace, stop playin' wit' these n***as man
(Gone mad!)
If I don’t make it tell mamas I love her
Free baby Lil EBG, gon’ die bout my brother
Glock on my lap, thats my lover
Backwood punchin' like sucker
And I’m in rush hour, Chris Tucker
Me n’ Spaz hop out, double clutching
They already know we on something
You are not livin' that life, so don't say nun
I was 13 when I got my first gun
Can't go outside, I got brothers on the run
Ain't droppin' no dimes, so I gotta get a dub
Just tryna get rich wit my thugs
And free Lil B, I ain't showin' no love
Got mud in my cup, but I'm tryna drink blood
We steppin' on shit, like rugs
And rattin' on n***as, boy thats not us
Can't take you onna drill, cuz I don't got trust
(Gone mad!)