U Mad

[Intro: Vic Mensa]

Ooh I don't need y'all either

Ooh don't wanna talk about it

Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody

Like I don't know nobody

I guess I don't

Oh you mad, huh?

Oh you mad, huh?

Oh you mad, huh?

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]

She gon' be mad right? Ain't that too bad, right?

Wanna catch that cab, right? Take back that bag, right?

I guess that she just gon' go buy herself that purse, that purse

I guess that she just gon' go swipe, buy her self worth, that's cold

Now I'm the villain, no really I'm just chillin'

Tryna stack these 20s, 50s, hundreds, millions, to the ceilin'

Mary, Mary all I need, pussy, money, weed

And all my women in doubles, I'm at the DoubleTree

All I hear hoes callin' out wildin', on the road like every day

We everywhere, any day and anywhere that the money say

No questions, no questions please, just on your knees

Blow, don't sneeze, bitch shut up, don't breathe

Gasp, on the gas, 'til I crash, autopsy said that nigga mashed

All praise to Allah, not Ramadan but these bitches fast

Fuck in the party, pull up her skirt, then skrrr

Who her? I forgot her name

[Hook: Vic Mensa]

Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody

Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody

Ooh like, ooh like I don't know nobody

Like I don't know nobody, like I don't know nobody

Oh you mad, huh?

I guess I don't

Oh you mad, huh?

Oh you mad, huh?

Oh you mad, huh?

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

There go another lawsuit

In court so much, man I should've went to law school

Everybody brawlin', it was all cool

'Til I hit the bartender with the barstool

I don't fuck with fake dudes wearin' fake Trues

I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said, "TRUUU!"

I feel like MJ, I'm in his shoes

I'm talkin' Montell Jordan, this is how we do

Bust a nigga head and then I lay low

These niggas ass-water, get the Drano

She ain't really bad, she a photo thot

I should hire this bitch, she so damn good at Photoshop

That Lexapro got me drowsy than a heart attack

I think they finally think got me where they want me at

I got 700 emails in my inbox

What that mean? I ain't callin' nobody back

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]

I be catchin' too many stares this evening, God fearin' but God knows I'm on a roll

At the Louvre in Paris, still be on the block like a corner store

Ain't my fault you ain't the man, made a plan, man it was planned

They sleeping on me like long flights, I pop a Xan on the way to France

Paparazzi like, "Oh that's him!", pour that gin, let's get faded

Drinkin' like it's no tomorrow, what's today? I'm in the Matrix

Hater, please let me live my life, swear to God I be tryna do right

But if she bad I might hit a bitch in the elevator like Ray Rice

Uh, y'all pay the price, I pay the difference, it's just different

SAVEMONEY, ain't nothin' different, gunshots and jumpin' fences

Hold on I'm tryna get loose, please don't get shit confused

Ask Don C, I've been lit, this 'Ye shit just lit the fuse

Now I'm on fire, everybody go quiet

Like where was you last week? My nigga the fuck was you hidin'?

Like I was laying on my arm I'm on my side

South side, I'm down to start a riot

[Hook]

• Artist:Vic Mensa
• Album:Single