Nine Vicious – Mad Rappers Lyrics

Mad Rappers Lyrics – Nine Vicious

Haha, niggas crazy
I’m with yo—, yeah
I’m with young Ahmad in this ***, man

Story of my life, I know they ain’t like this *** (What the *** you talkin’ ’bout?)
Long-ass clip in my mag’ (***, ***), it look like a *** (Blatt, blatt)
Thirty drum up on my blick (Slatt), I bet that *** gon’ hit (On Five)
Rapper *** mad, I *** his ***, he ain’t talkin’ ’bout *** (Ha, ha)

Ha, ha (Niggas crazy, man)
I don’t give a *** about ’em, let’s go (Slatt)
*** you talkin’ ’bout, ***? Slatt
Rap-ass niggas don’t be talkin’ ’bout *** (Say what?), *** you talkin’ ’bout, ***? (What?)

***, I got them racks on me, yeah, I got them racks with me (I got them racks)
My tint five percent, so I might *** on a ten (Can’t even see in this ***)
I spent some bands on her neck, shawty, she want it again (I spent some bands on a ***)
I’m off a goddamn Addy, shawty, I pop me a 10 (Now I just popped me a 10)
I just copped me a ounce, I gotta re-up again (Say what?)
I’m believin’ in God, but I still commit the sins (The sins)
I don’t even want that ***, that *** smell like fish (It smell like fish)
I hit real gas, I don’t even hit no pen (Hit no pen)
And I know like, all these niggas wanna *** my ho (And all these niggas)
She say she got racks on her, okay, let’s go (Okay, you poppin’)
I can’t believe this *** tried to play me like I’m broke (Okay), that *** a joke (What?)
I cuddle all my ***, damn, I love my hoes (Damn, I love my hoes)
I YSL my necklace and that *** so froze (Damn, that *** so froze)
Got a whole lotta money, got a bankroll (Got a bankroll)
Just got me a new fire, told that ***, “Lay low” (Told ’em, “Lay low”)
‘Cause I really got my pole (Haha, niggas crazy)
(I’m with yo—, yeah, What?)
I got my stick, lay low (I’m with young Ahmad in this ***, man, what?)
I got my stick, lay low (What?)
I got my stick, lay low (I got a stick)

Story of my life, I know they ain’t like this *** (What the *** you talkin’ ’bout?)
Long-ass clip in my mag’ (***, ***), it look like a *** (Blatt, blatt)
Thirty drum up on my blick (Slatt), I bet that *** gon’ hit (On Five)
Rapper *** mad, I *** his ***, he ain’t talkin’ ’bout *** (Ha, ha)

(Rap-ass ***)
Ha, ha (Crazy-ass ***)
I don’t give a *** about ’em, let’s go (Damn)
*** you talkin’ ’bout, ***? (Slatt)
Rap-ass niggas don’t be talkin’ ’bout *** (Say what?), they (What?)

(This ***, man)
*** goin’, ***? Slatt