Turk
You Mad Yet?
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
You mad? too bad
I'm with a bad bitch with a new ass
I'm hot as Summers, you can ask Susan
I been had bands since Duran Duran, muthafucka
You mad? Cause you last
My bitch pussy feel like new land
Two Xans, a few grams
I'm gettin' money, spend it on new ramps, you mad?

[Verse 1: Turk]
Hot boy Turk fuckin' with hot boy Tunechi
Free my n***a Jeezy, beaches and a doobie
Word on the street and the pen, I'm a nuisance
Shoot a n***a sober while he under the influence
Hey, you n***as mad, cuz I bubble like Jacuzzi
I do not recall if the judge wanna accuse me
Mad, cuz I'm passin' past you n***as like "excuse me"
Got a bitch n***a turnin' red, call him ruby
Yeah, I'm back in this muthafucka
Young T get sauce leakin' in this muthafucka
Leave a n***a reekin' in a muthafucka
Back like surprise, no peekin' in this muthafucka
They mad cuz I ain't doin' bad
Hot boy don't want no problem, I just want my cash
But if you wanna go to war, I got my solider rag
Mad cuz I'm solid and you n***as plaid
Caitlyn Jenner, man, these n***as changin' faces
Take 'em to school and I'm stuntin' on the whole class
My bitch get mad at me every time I cum fast
I tell her that what she get for tryna come last
Then eat the pussy like a Kit-Kat
Playin' with my money, get your kid 'napped
On the road doin' shows if ya lookin' for me
These n***as hate me, they just mad cuz they bitches love me
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
You mad? too bad
I'm with a bad bitch with a new ass
I'm hot as Summers, you can ask Susan
I been have bands since Duran Duran muthafucka
You mad? Cuz you last
My bitch pussy feel like new land
Two Xans, a few grams
I'm gettin' money, spend it on some new rims, you mad?

[Verse 2 : Lil Wayne]
You muddy ass cup, chubby ass blunt
They love me and some of 'em wealthy and handsome
Got a pop star cutie with a popcorn booty and she star in movies
I'm that hot boy Tunechi, I'm a martian
Martian, haters make me nauseous
I'm in this bitch with Turk, we yellin', "Free Christopher Dorsey"
My n***as move weight like Kelly Clarkson, they awesome
Never let the feds get close like a scorpion
Bitches takin' portraits, why they in my fortress?
Now wifey gettin' mad, I'm like "ma', they not important"
N***as gettin' mad lookin' like they smellin' horse shit
But they never start shit, that's some clever-smart shit
Dirty money washin', countin' till exhaustion
Weed so fire, it gotta be arson
Roaches in the ash tray, they probably need Orkin
N***as say check me, he lied and he forged it
Martian, martian around the world I orbit
I'm lookin' for a bitch to get it on with like Marvin
She said it's gonna cost me, I told her "bitch get off me"
Her stripper name diamonds, her real name Swarovski
These n***as minor, me I'm just hierarchy
Shoot the whole car up, and still don't hit the car seat
You dead yet? You mad yet?
Beat a pussy n***a up and now my hands wet
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
You mad? too bad
I'm with a bad bitch with a new ass
I'm hot as Summers, you can ask Susan
I been have bands since Duran Duran, muthafucka
You mad? Cuz you last
My bitch pussy feel like new land
Two Xans, a few grams
I'm gettin' money, spend it on some new rims, you mad?