N***a Y.U mad I add the recipe to my raps you had your

Chance I use the trance to take Shit to advance I'm

Taking my stance I'm back on my gangsta flow

I don't fuck with the spam damn I be showing y'all a good t

Time this gonn be a summertime jam yall take exams on

My swag cause I'm gonna drag y'all to the bottom

Y'all smell like rotten milk I killed y'all motto I killed the lotto

Throw sum mo hundreds throw that Pussy back bitch i

Switch up my flow cause I'm one of a kind I be on my

Mastermind grind I got rid of the whack n***as that's Y.U

Mad that's Y.U sad watch me break it down I run this town

I breakdown the barz like a tic tac toe you a hoe my bro

Jrizzy and Brainbusta stay killin every rap n***a that come

Face us girl put that face down and your ass up I be

In da club getting my groove on I move like jagger

I'm the one and only rapper that I be on my cool shit

This song Y.U mad it's so legit that I let desperate bitches

Massages my dick my topic is so sick y'all some tragic n***as

That's Y.U Mad I be getting my sales on billboards yeah I shine like gold

Y'all clusters I'm taking over the universe y'all got them fake converses

It's so worthless for y'all cause to verse Jordeezy and YoungDeezy

Cause they both go hard as shit Jordeezy been dead and gone

YoungDeezy taken over his soul yeah I'm an asshole but girls love it

Rich kid verse 2
Lyrics:
Im blasting shit
Bitches on my johnson no magic shit
N***as talking crazy about my city i ain't having it
Talking about new york fell off, ain't that some shit
If i ever see us falling off i bet im catching it
Paper on your head through a phone call im faxing shit
Oh and i get a quarter back and i sack a bitch
Adding bitches subtracting bitches that mathamatic shitt
Run up on your block and u get shocked when that static hit
Im acting up, u r l smack it up
Now u mad as fuck. you n***as softer than saggy nuts
Im stacking up this dough hotter than dragon butt
My flow catching up you ugly couldn't bag a slut
I was never used to
Being what i used to
N***as carrying more than one strap so i used to
Always have to watch my own back so im used to
Talking to myself u would have thought i had a blue tooth
Y.U N***as hating...Y.U N***as mad

Trea-Dae verse 3
Yo why you mad
Stop being a trashbag and get glad
Jordeezy is my comrade
Like we was in a war cuz everybody getting mad
I dont claim to have 22 in my hand
The only thing I have is sand
Cuz i'll put ya to sleep like the sandman
30% rubber band man
Bombing pussy like a kamikaze
Every couple seconds i claim another victim
Is they survive then they suffer from stigmatism
Shut their whole body down like it was a system
Then tell them they had nothing to be mad or over
Next time you come after me make sure your sober
But at the end of the day imma ask you
Y u mad son?

Verse 4 jrizzy
Uh, Look
I got RichKid, Deezy, and my dawg Trae with me
The only realest day one n***as with me
I heard you talkin' about my music and how it ain't shit
My n***a, when was the last time you made a hit?
When was the last time, you got propped for a feature?
I got bars to give you a sugar rush then drop with a seizure
I got bars. hooks, flows, and even 808 tricks
Money, weed, lean, codeine and even yo' bitch
So don't tryna ask me for any collaborations
Coz we did it already, it's just celebrations
I'm got the colors of a zebra, I'm mixed
You got ghost writers, your hooks are fixed
We kill every track we're featured on
I could even finish you on a one-on-one
We're attached to this bitch Like a Pad
Yeah, but just tell me, Y U Mad?
And Look, I'm not tryna make you sound bad
So my n***a, just tell me, Y U mad?