Mad - Supreme Patty

Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad

Hopped up out the wraith ain’t tryna brag, brag

Suicide doors, suicide yah

I’m just doing me so why you mad, mad

Young supreme, Daytona beach, you know it’s me

Top back on my 95 so you notice me

If you ain’t talking bags, don’t hit my phone, what’s the point

Ask around cause I run my town, yeah I’m the boss

You can catch me creeping, crawling through the night

If you see me, got a biddie by my side

Got 'em all big, man they hating on me

Told them send bottles all night, fuck sleep, fuck sleep, yeah

Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad

Hopped up out the wraith ain’t tryna brag, brag

Suicide doors, suicide yah

I’m just doing me so why you mad, mad

Flexin' on them, just flexin' on them, like Ric Flair

Diamonds on them, just shining on them, they love to stare

Brought the Gucci fit just to take a pic, do it for the gram

Got the duffle bags supreme, you feel, with a hundred grams

You can catch me creeping, crawling through the night

If you see me, got a biddie by my side

Got 'em all big, man they hating on me

Told them send bottles all night, fuck sleep, fuck sleep, yeah

Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad

Hopped up out the wraith ain’t tryna brag, brag

Suicide doors, suicide yah

I’m just doing me so why you mad, mad

Hit the Gucci store and make you mad, mad

Hopped up out the wraith ain’t tryna brag, brag

Suicide doors, suicide yah

I’m just doing me so why you mad, mad