Why U Mad - Ace Hood, Gucci Mane

Mister Hood

Well alright

Now little nigga I’m big shit

Big whips on two six

Fault niggas, I don’t deal with them

Them real niggas going to feel this

Fuck niggas that talk a lot

Fuck niggas that talking back

Other niggas that ain’t around

But they quick to jump on your jock

See Carter niggas I chill with

Known for toting them big clips

Run your mouth, you’re too long around

These niggas hitting that kill switch

See money what I been about

Fuck bitches, no handouts

Do this shit with my pen down

Guarantee that I tear down

See that’s all that they get from me

Bubble gum in this bag of lean

Bouncing up on that trampoline

Riding off in that tangerine

About the cost of my pinky ring

Feet draped in that Louis V.

Duffle bag when I’m over seas

Get a flick when you see a G

Nigga diamonds all on my neck and wrist

Fuck a nigga that’s hating me

Hottest nigga you know about it

Never needed no gasoline

Nigga fly, nigga I been this

Swag off the hinges

Don’t believe my word of mouth

Just go and ask them bitches

Now why you mad?

I’m getting bands

I got a chauffeur homie, you in the van

I hear them hating holmes, I understand

Now watch me ball, stay in the stands

Now why you mad?

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Why you mad?

Now why you mad?

Why you mad?

They say I’m arrogant

That’s why you mad?

They hostile like a little child

They fragile, I’m agile

I’m too cold, let me tell you something

Nigga stop all because I’m iced out

Hold up, Chris find this

Your highness, I’m shining

Got a gold touch like Midas

My rock be the tightest

You want to bite me

Probably want to fight me

I woke up in an igloo

I’m always be icy

Strapped up like Birdman, and Lil Wayne, and Mack Maine

I’m Gucci Mane, I’m off the chain

I have no go license

Cigarette in my Lambo'

Man in my Ferrari

Call it Fast and Furious

They furious, I’m sorry

Curious, she choosing

Looking at my pockets

Mine full of them hundreds

Baby it’s no problem

It’s Gucci