Riding the wave of success and dealing with haters is a central theme in BabySantana's track. The artist paints a vivid picture of his fast-paced lifestyle, indulging in material pleasures like expensive cars and luxury items. He highlights the contrast between his elevated status and those who envy him. The recurring references to sipping lean and keeping a firearm underscore an edgy, unapologetic attitude. There's also a touch of vulnerability, expressing a desire for meaningful connections and struggling to keep composure amidst the chaos. Overall, it's a mix of flexing achievements and navigating personal demons. #Hustle #LuxuryLife #RealTalk
Mad!
Lyrics
Woah, Woah
In that SRT and i'm goin' fast
She come to the crib and i'm beating her back
When she round me she don't know how to act
She callin' me papa but i'm not her dad
Sippin' on wocklean i'm sippin on act
And i'm sippin' on drank sippin' DJ Phat
Got a lil' white girl and she say I got swag
She got good style and she got good class
When she get around me she don't know how to act
Got a Glock in my jeans and it's makin' me sag
They know BabySantana can't go out sad
You sittin' there hatin' you makin' me laugh
Aye, I got a chop and a Mac
I'm goin' up I dont know why you mad
She say she don't wanna hurt me
Left me on fire yeah i'm burning
I just wanna know are you worthy
You're in my arms please don't worry
No I don't miss I feel like Curry
I put on my music and turn the lights off
I been workin' so hard I need to take a night off
No I don't need to flex so i'm takin' my ice off
I feel like Wick pour the lean in my soda
I'm tryin' so hard to keep my composure
In that i8 with the butterfly doors up
Bro pass me the lighter cause i'm finna roll up
I'm with the gang not talkin' bout Nova
I got rich in September not talkin' Persona
I'm kickin' back i'm chillin' on the sofa
We walk up in Lenox everybody know us
I'm kickin' back on the tour bus
I'm finna go pour a fo' up
I'm off the wock finna throw up
I was down too long tryna go up
Keep lil' shawty away I don't know her
I stay with my stick like i'm Moses
We in that Benz you in that Corolla
Woah
In that SRT and i'm goin' fast
She come to the crib and i'm beating her back
When she round me she don't know how to act
She callin' me papa but i'm not her dad
Sippin' on wocklean i'm sippin on act
And i'm sippin' on drank sippin' DJ Phat
Got a lil' white girl and she say I got swag
She got good style and she got good class
When she get around me she don't know how to act
Got a Glock in my jeans and it's makin' me sag
They know BabySantana can't go out sad
You sittin' there hatin' you makin' me laugh
Aye, I got a chop and a Mac
I'm goin' up I dont know why you mad
In that SRT and i'm goin' fast
She come to the crib and i'm beating her back
When she round me she don't know how to act
She callin' me papa but i'm not her dad
Sippin' on wocklean i'm sippin on act
And i'm sippin' on drank sippin' DJ Phat
Got a lil' white girl and she say I got swag
She got good style and she got good class
When she get around me she don't know how to act
Got a Glock in my jeans and it's makin' me sag
They know BabySantana can't go out sad
You sittin' there hatin' you makin' me laugh
Aye, I got a chop and a Mac
I'm goin' up I dont know why you mad
Writer(s): Santana Lewis
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
What is the Meaning of Mad!
?
End of content
That's all we got for #