MAD! - P.O.P, DBangz

Hop in a jet, then hop in a Jag'

You know no catching me mad

I’m fucking this thot, she calling me dad

I just might get to the bag

Your diamonds, they fake, you going outside

My diamonds skate and they splash

I’m popping these tags, I’m counting these racks

I blew a bag on my sack

(DBangz, I love you.)

Uh, Uh

I’m counting racks, but I don’t gotta chain

Sit on my face even though I’m in pain

Bust in two minutes and I’m not ashamed

She screaming DBangz, so she don’t know my name

Your boy try’na hate, swear to god he a lame

Bumper to bumper, he all in my lane

I’m a broke nigga and I never change

If you think I’m rich then you must be insane

Just got the apartment up in Del Perro Heights

Me and my anime bitch eatin' rice

Hit me online and she said I was thick

I DMed her back, and I caught me a flight

When I showed up, that bitch was a dyke

Don’t even worry, 'cause nigga I’ll pipe

Flying these hoes to Az from the 6

Hella white bitches 'cause that’s what I like

Jackin' so much, I think I broke my wrist so I bought me a G-Shock cause I

needed ice

Now I do yoga like every night

You niggas can’t rap, feed a verse to the mice

Hit up your girl 'cause she needed the pipe

Now when she call, I be there every night

Bitches be saying I’m rapping so good

I had to just tell her that this shit was light

Hopping in jet, they hopping in Jags'

You know no catching me mad

I’m fucking this thot, she calling me dad

I just might get to the bag

Your diamonds, they fake, you going outside

My diamonds skate and the splash

I’m popping these tags, I’m counting these racks

I blew a bag on my sack

Hop in a jet, then hop in a Jag'

You know no catching me mad

I’m fucking this thot, she calling me dad

I just might get to the bag

Your diamonds, they fake, you going outside

My diamonds skate and they splash

I’m popping these tags, I’m counting these racks

I blew a bag on my sack

DBangz, I love you