Mad!

MR, got game for your aunt and sister
I won't tell if I pipe or kissed her
Not a fan of these Chinese whispers
They like how I move Walk a mile in my shoes
You would stop on the side from blisters
Its just rum on the rocks no mixers
Too real they dont like my mixture

I ain't reading no t&c's
Imma sign on the line if it pleases me
And the back on that girl made me weak in knees
In war they got guns that heat and seek
Got your girl in my phone with deleted scenes
Put your clothes on the floor you dont need those jeans
For me she go crazy Ceelo green
She talk dirty so how can she be so clean

It's mad...
It's Mad...
It's Mad...
It's Mad...

Im the... one that they call for the vibe
I don't follow no rules I don't walk in a line
Not the type of the guy for the law to abide
action they just wanna talk all the time
Show love to the ones that supporting the grind
Couple thoughts in my mind
Sleep on me they're ignoring the signs
And If its too good I was taught to decline

Wait here
She wanna eat out in mayfair
She don't cause me stress no grey hair
She just jump on "woo" and stay there

But Lately,
Success on my plate been tasty
On a road to wherever it take me
In a drop top coupe Mercedes
I like gyal from the 1980's
Who act shy but a little bit crazy
No manners little rude little facety
Tek time move slow not hasty
Now she on my phone and she wanna have baby
Ona grind daily
Fuck you pay me
With the good fellas like im Scorsese
All my life like JOJO K CI
Out for the win no if's no maybes

It's mad...
It's Mad...
It's Mad...
It's Mad...