Make Me Mad Pt.1 Lyrics - Bloodhound Q50 & Screwly G

Make Me Mad Pt.1 Lyrics in English

[Intro: Screwly G]
Mm (Ki, you cooked this?)

[Verse 1: Screwly G]
Fuck my opps alive and fuck the ones that's dead inside the box (Fuck 'em)
Shouldn't have said my name, y'all got me mad, y'all got me out my top (These niggas done made me mad)
Finna say some names, let's keep it street and just not call the cops (Shh)
Hmm, alright, uh, nigga say we can't post at the store (What?)
Last time your homie died, his bitch ass died by the pump right on the floor (Dumb-ass nigga)
I heard Fat Quan just got his fat ass shot, missed out, we ain't gon' know (Phew, phew, phew-phew-phew)
JB knew it was over when they bouncеd out on him and couldn't even open his door (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Huh, alright, uh, who thе fuck is Lil Steve? That nigga a ho (Who the fuck?)
Tell a nigga come to the M right now, we in front of this bitch right now with ten poles (Come on)
We chased TaTa down them blocks for years, we popped him and his bros (Phew, phew, you know that)
Niggas doin' interviews on them safe-ass blocks and niggas know we ain't know (Safe-ass nigga)
Word From The Trenches, did that vlog, so when we catch, we taggin' his toe
Lame-ass nigga puttin' people in the smoke on the 'Gram, I don't care, we still gon' score (Fuck 12)
I know an opp nigga daddy died, hit eighty times, son still ain't roll (You know that)
MarMar got his dumb ass shot in the leg and crashed into a pole (Crash dummy-ass nigga)
Huh, alright, uh, I'll come to the 'Raq right now and get busy (You know that)
Billi and Swagg mad I ain't wanna do a song, I'll come slap the shit out Billi (On foenem)
Swagg, your ass a bitch, lookin' like type nigga to go throw a party with Diddy (Old gay-ass nigga)
Nigga said everybody who dissed Duck done died, but all his killers still livin'
Let them niggas just roam the streets just long enough 'til they went to prison (Old bitch-ass nigga)
That ain't no disrespect to Duck (At all), I'm just showin' the niggas who diss is bitches
Niggas in the zone or hidin' in Vegas, bring your bitch ass back to the trenches (Stop hidin')
Them dudes tough on interviews for clout, but ain't killed shit for they niggas (Soft-ass nigga)
Niggas on YouTube talkin' 'bout street shit (The fuck?), uh, I think Yella snitchin'
Niggas ain't been to the 'Raq, tell them niggas come back, drop lo', I'll pull up blickin' (Grrah)
Nigga from 73rd, not 63rd (The fuck?), Yella just wanted attention
Soon as we got off the phone, he did the vlog, these old-ass niggas be trippin' (Old-ass nigga)
Hmm, alright, uh, we the main reason opps throw up a V (You know that)
We put an opp in the dirt, then spit on his grave, then went right back on a spree (Bitch)
Ever seen a rich nigga spin out a foreign or jump out the back of an AMG? (Grrah)
Semi finna die from sickle cell, his ass in the hospital every week (Old sick-ass nigga)
Alright, uh, broke-ass niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit (You know that)
Always Screwly this and Screwly that, tell them niggas get off my dick
Bro, when Buzz got shot, but not by opps, still made sure somethin' got zipped (They know what happened)
Niggas was on that safe-ass block, if we got that lo', would've spinned that bitch (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas recordin' the day, upload when they gone, on Tank, that's scary shit (The fuck?)
Catch a nigga ridin' on the E-way, do him like TJ, pull on side that bitch (Pew-pew)
I can name ten different niggas got hit when we spinned, but that's how indictments hit (Shh)
I thought Twan was dead at Westside Foods, but he did what a possum did (That nigga played dead)
We caught Lil Tae ridin' the bottom in a SRT, but he sped off fast (Yoom)
JB special ed, we don't give no fuck, we still gon' smoke his ass (Old slow-ass nigga)
Lil Tre made it to bend right there that day, shots fired, tired to clap his mans (Pew-pew)
We came in there and we all had pipes, but them was the only two pussies that ran (Made him use his feet)
None of 'em got off first, they ain't even hit back, they couldn't even box me in (You know that)
I felt the drill was sloppy, spinned back around and blew at they ass again (Pew, pew, pew-pew-pew-pew)
Lil Tae blowin' the Drac', I'm workin' the ARP, should've grabbed FN (Pew, pew, pew-pew)
I don't even why I argue with the opps, Lil Yai told me these niggas be fans (On foenem, I need to chill, blood)
Huh, alright, uh, uh, nigga try to run, we gon' do him like Ricky (Uh-huh)
It's me, Opp, and 50 spinnin' the 100s right now tryna catch a Risky (Grrah)
50 jump out with fifty, I jump out with sixty, Big Opp jump out with switchy (Phew-phew)
Before we went on a drill, pick up Kyro, slid with 150 (Kyro, what you on, Drench?)
Alright, uh, these niggas tryna hit where it hurt (Okay)
Billi say he smokin' Tank (The fuck?), but don't even know him, we finna flame up Jerk
Your bitch ass don't do shit but diss every time your friends get put in the hearse (Nigga, you better go spin)
Nigga, I'm rich as fuck, I'll drop a dub on you and get you murked (You know that)

[Bridge: Screwly G & BloodHound Q50]
50, what you on, broski?
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother
Go

[Verse 2: BloodHound Q50]
Go, these niggas ain't did no killin'
I'm nineteen, up a Zach LaVine, give a fuck about rap, I'm still out spinnin'
Blood had called, said he tryna go spin, we can spin downtown, last two got lifted
Speakin' of Lyfts, that bitch-ass nigga got caught in a Lyft and looked up, he shitted
JV died at the store with his ass out, Draco shots had him runnin' and trippin'
Spinnin' the 5 with Screw, he tryna bounce out broad day, we just keep on flippin'
Kobe and TaTa nice as fuck, every time they seen me, them niggas was friendly
8Tre say we ain't up on them, these niggas be laced, they forgot about Clifton
I'm not a regular rapper, nigga, ask about me, they know I got hats in the trenches
Fuck TJ, we was trollin' online, now his dumb ass dead, stopped a snake from hissin'
I know Dre mad as hell, his bitch-ass brother out here ain't doin' no spinnin'
Ridin' for his gang, got left in an Uber, smoke Tre Tre, hit harder than Tooka
I don't give no fuck if it's kids in the whip, get caught, I'm clappin', nigga, go ask Dooda
When I spin that bitch, I don't want no goofy, but I guess I'll settle for Mooka
67th the new 63rd, I clap ears together, nigga, fuck what you heard
If Tae want you dead, then you goin' in the dirt
Ridin' three deep, just me, Jeff, and Swerv, go

[Outro: BloodHound Q50]
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother
Fuck the opps crazy
Fuck all my opps and fuck all Screwly opps
Matter of fact, we got the same opps, fuck 'em