Текст песни BVDLVD & Henshaw & KDVSGOLIATH — WHY U SO MAD

Don’t come ’round here
Don’t come around my boys, yeah
Don’t wanna see no tears, uh
I don’t wanna hear no noise, yeah
You boutta face your fears tonight
I don’t think you got a choice, yeah
‘Cause when you come ’round here, yeah
We ain’t gonna bring the toys, yeah

B-B-BVD, why you so mad? Wait
Can a BVDLVD get topped?
Can a mad man move? Rabbid
Jackrabbit, then skirt when things get robbed, yeah
And your girl got dogged
Passed round the pack, take a sniff, star dog
Ain’t about on job
Man make P’s, just chillin in my socks
Can you take it?
I just turned a new leaf, imma rake it
Bag it up, make it double, fuck a payslip
Rack it up, that’s a duffle full of wages
Big stages, man’s got plans set for big places
Shorty wanna fuck, that’s dangerous
Shorty got a back that’s spacious
Shorty got a back that’s spacious

Don’t come ’round here
Don’t come around my boys, yeah
Don’t wanna see no tears, uh
I don’t wanna hear no noise, yeah
You boutta face your fears tonight
I don’t think you got a choice, yeah
‘Cause when you come ’round here, yeah
We ain’t gonna bring the toys, yeah

I been stepping correct, no regular flex
I don’t need shanks, no weapon to flex
I want mills, I’m just making the steps and what? (Huh?)
Ya Carti fake and don’t talk ’bout no telling me claims
They talk mortality rates, rates, mate, mate
I can’t end up like you on Leica
I stopped that crap a while back
I make more, I need to try harder, yuh
I don’t wanna do no drilling or clapping food
I wanna make some mills
Clapping food to make mills, can’t beat me
Back to beef with these deals

Don’t come ’round here
Don’t come around my boys, yeah
Don’t wanna see no tears, uh
I don’t wanna hear no noise, yeah
You boutta face your fears tonight
I don’t think you got a choice, yeah
‘Cause when you come ’round here, yeah
We ain’t gonna bring the toys, yeah

What’s that poking out your jacket?
Man best back it
Send me to Hell if a man gon’ slap it
R-I-P, lay me in a casket
K-M-T, if a man wan chat shit
B-Y-E if she ain’t no bad bitch
H-E-double-N-Y, too active
If you dont know by now, that’s gang shit
And a man move frantic, fantastic
Soon blow like a hand thing and I need more songs
No long so I get more gone no captain, no cappin’
L.S. on a madting and them, so jarring
So you know the man can’t be jammin