Dr. View, Jacobi Ryan - MAKIN 'EM MAD Lyrics

Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
View, let me tell you bro
Man these is gonna be the anthems for the summer bro
You think so
Man, don’t be scared to stick yo chest out, bro they gonna hate regardless, my nigga
Aight, aight, aight
Man, you out here making niggas mad
Fuck them niggas
We makin em mad, we makin em mad, we making em mad aye
Making em mad
How I was raised go do ya thang go get a bag look
Go get a bag
We got nothing in common cuz I ain’t the one to be following fads
I ain’t copping a jag
Til it’s sumn I got for my dad
And I got my mama every bag
Bought they house I swear that’s where it’s at
I ain’t gotta say it haters know what up
Know they hate to hear the facts
Look everything written real
That shit crazy play it back
If I said that then I meant that
Know you can’t take it back
Nah pulling up in all black
Black
Niggas talkin all cap
Cap
Say she mad I’m like why
Why
Ah a nigga forgot to call back
Weapons form but don’t prosper
From these hoe niggas to these officers
Fuck the cost of its profit
Team full of bosses we partners, we making em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that
We making em mad, we making em mad, we makin em mad aye
Making em mad
They look at me crazy cuz I done came far from where niggas was at
Where we was at
But I don’t be trippin I’m chillin just grateful I got what I have
Just grateful
I wanna put on my homies so I gotta keep all the rights to that
Gimme that shit
I just follow my purpose then suddenly I’m on my way to the bag
Way to the bag
Know they be hating I hear what they saying it’s making me laugh
Making me laugh
Her confidence crazy she doing her thang I keep sayin' she bad
Sayin she bad
Real, educated wit class
Damn
Fuck round and make me a dad
Backwoods burning like it’s a forest fire
Sinners preaching is a church choir
Just wanna get the truth and get more inspired
And build wit the fam so we can all retire
If he talk a lot then u know he lying
Less is more and we do the most
They say the artist can’t do business
Fuck that tho we doing both
Niggas ain’t afraid of going broke
I just know that I ain’t going back
I feel like my city only hope
From on my back I put it on the map
Decisions guided by the purpose, all the
OGs told us that
Right in front of y’all face
How the hell u ain’t notice that
We making em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Hello
Hey, where you at
Man I’m over here at andy’s
I’m finna come over there, I’m at the chicken shack, it’s way too much going on man
What’s going on over there
Sho’ lot of bullshit, I tell you when I get over there
Alright, shit pull up I’m in front
Alright bet, here I come
Alright
Ohh shit
D, D, what the fuck going on

Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
View, let me tell you bro
Man these is gonna be the anthems for the summer bro
You think so
Man, don’t be scared to stick yo chest out, bro they gonna hate regardless, my nigga
Aight, aight, aight
Man, you out here making niggas mad
Fuck them niggas
We makin em mad, we makin em mad, we making em mad aye
Making em mad
How I was raised go do ya thang go get a bag look
Go get a bag
We got nothing in common cuz I ain’t the one to be following fads
I ain’t copping a jag
Til it’s sumn I got for my dad
And I got my mama every bag
Bought they house I swear that’s where it’s at
I ain’t gotta say it haters know what up
Know they hate to hear the facts
Look everything written real
That shit crazy play it back
If I said that then I meant that
Know you can’t take it back
Nah pulling up in all black
Black
Niggas talkin all cap
Cap
Say she mad I’m like why
Why
Ah a nigga forgot to call back
Weapons form but don’t prosper
From these hoe niggas to these officers
Fuck the cost of its profit
Team full of bosses we partners, we making em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that
We making em mad, we making em mad, we makin em mad aye
Making em mad
They look at me crazy cuz I done came far from where niggas was at
Where we was at
But I don’t be trippin I’m chillin just grateful I got what I have
Just grateful
I wanna put on my homies so I gotta keep all the rights to that
Gimme that shit
I just follow my purpose then suddenly I’m on my way to the bag
Way to the bag
Know they be hating I hear what they saying it’s making me laugh
Making me laugh
Her confidence crazy she doing her thang I keep sayin' she bad
Sayin she bad
Real, educated wit class
Damn
Fuck round and make me a dad
Backwoods burning like it’s a forest fire
Sinners preaching is a church choir
Just wanna get the truth and get more inspired
And build wit the fam so we can all retire
If he talk a lot then u know he lying
Less is more and we do the most
They say the artist can’t do business
Fuck that tho we doing both
Niggas ain’t afraid of going broke
I just know that I ain’t going back
I feel like my city only hope
From on my back I put it on the map
Decisions guided by the purpose, all the
OGs told us that
Right in front of y’all face
How the hell u ain’t notice that
We making em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Makin em, makin em, makin em, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Look at that, look at that, look at that, makin em mad
Hello
Hey, where you at
Man I’m over here at andy’s
I’m finna come over there, I’m at the chicken shack, it’s way too much going on man
What’s going on over there
Sho’ lot of bullshit, I tell you when I get over there
Alright, shit pull up I’m in front
Alright bet, here I come
Alright
Ohh shit
D, D, what the fuck going on