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Lyrics: crusey bron james Music: crusey crusey [Chorus: crusey] I-I-I-I see that you're ma-ma-mad Don't give a fu-u-u-u-u-uck P-p-pull up with a blade, body in the ****ing trunk-u-u-unk I-I can't stop i-i-it, I'm ****ing up, u-u-up She just wanna ****ing fight, out of luck, lu-lu-luck Oh-ohh-ohhh don't give a ****, f-f-f-uck Oh-ohh-ohhh damn that's tough-ough Oh-ohh-ohhh don't give a ****, f-f-f-uck Oh-ohh-ohhh damn that's tough-ough

[Verse 1: trustt] W-w-why you mad? (Uh-uh-uh), Is it 'cause I'm different? ****-****-****ed up, I can't see, think I lost my vision They gon' talk down bitch, I never let that hit me though See me goin' up right now (Heh) I can't fold right now I-Ima stab you in the back Ima make sure that you down, I-I-I-Ima pull the knife right out And I know that makes you mad (Mad, m-m-m-mad) And I know that makes you mad (Mad, m-m-m-mad)

[Chorus: crusey] I-I-I-I see that you're ma-ma-mad Don't give a fu-u-u-u-u-uck P-p-pull up with a blade, body in the ****ing trunk-u-u-unk I-I can't stop i-i-it, I'm ****ing up, u-u-up She just wanna ****ing fight, out of luck, lu-lu-luck Oh-ohh-ohhh don't give a ****, f-f-f-uck Oh-ohh-ohhh damn that's tough-ough Oh-ohh-ohhh don't give a ****, f-f-f-uck Oh-ohh-ohhh damn that's tough-ough [Verse 2: prkr blu] Uh-uh-uh, I-I be making money now they mad I-I-I ain't gonna ****ing listen that shit tra-a-ash Uh-uh-uh-uh, I-I-I be blowing off the ma-a-a-ap You-you-you-you be in your twenties calling me a fa—bleep I-I-I'm with Ellie, we gon' ****in' spin your block Feel like crusafix 'cause Ima paint your blood like Ross Made that boy retire like it's MO$H And I feel like prkr, please go get a ****ing job

[Verse 3: 1crusafix] Empty out the clip, hunnid bullets through his neck Steady talkin' shit, yeah you talkin' shit up on the net Pockets fat like Peter Griffin Codeine what I'm sippin' Tryna runaway, but my choppa got the distance Why you mad, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Why you mad, ah ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (Wait) Why you mad? Is it 'cause I'm in my bag? Choppa shooting out, I'll turn that bitch into a tag

[Chorus: crusey] I-I-I-I see that you're ma-ma-mad Don't give a fu-u-u-u-u-uck P-p-pull up with a blade, body in the ****ing trunk-u-u-unk I-I can't stop i-i-it, I'm ****ing up, u-u-up She just wanna ****ing fight, out of luck, lu-lu-luck Oh-ohh-ohhh don't give a ****, f-f-f-uck Oh-ohh-ohhh damn that's tough-ough Oh-ohh-ohhh don't give a ****, f-f-f-uck Oh-ohh-ohhh damn that's tough-ough [Outro] Ohhhhhh,Don't give a ****, f-f-f-uck