You Mad Yet?

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

You mad? too bad

I'm with a bad bitch with a new ass

I'm hot as Summers, you can ask Susan

I been had bands since Duran Duran, muthafucka

You mad? Cause you last

My bitch pussy feel like new land

Two Xans, a few grams

I'm gettin' money, spend it on new ramps, you mad?

[Verse 1: Turk]

Hot boy Turk fuckin' with hot boy Tunechi

Free my nigga Jeezy, beaches and a doobie

Word on the street and the pen, I'm a nuisance

Shoot a nigga sober while he under the influence

Hey, you niggas mad, cuz I bubble like Jacuzzi

I do not recall if the judge wanna accuse me

Mad, cuz I'm passin' past you niggas like "excuse me"

Got a bitch nigga turnin' red, call him ruby

Yeah, I'm back in this muthafucka

Young T get sauce leakin' in this muthafucka

Leave a nigga reekin' in a muthafucka

Back like surprise, no peekin' in this muthafucka

They mad cuz I ain't doin' bad

Hot boy don't want no problem, I just want my cash

But if you wanna go to war, I got my solider rag

Mad cuz I'm solid and you niggas plaid

Caitlyn Jenner, man, these niggas changin' faces

Take 'em to school and I'm stuntin' on the whole class

My bitch get mad at me every time I cum fast

I tell her that what she get for tryna come last

Then eat the pussy like a Kit-Kat

Playin' with my money, get your kid 'napped

On the road doin' shows if ya lookin' for me

These niggas hate me, they just mad cuz they bitches love me

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

You mad? too bad

I'm with a bad bitch with a new ass

I'm hot as Summers, you can ask Susan

I been have bands since Duran Duran muthafucka

You mad? Cuz you last

My bitch pussy feel like new land

Two Xans, a few grams

I'm gettin' money, spend it on some new rims, you mad?

[Verse 2 : Lil Wayne]

You muddy ass cup, chubby ass blunt

They love me and some of 'em wealthy and handsome

Got a pop star cutie with a popcorn booty and she star in movies

I'm that hot boy Tunechi, I'm a martian

Martian, haters make me nauseous

I'm in this bitch with Turk, we yellin', "Free Christopher Dorsey"

My niggas move weight like Kelly Clarkson, they awesome

Never let the feds get close like a scorpion

Bitches takin' portraits, why they in my fortress?

Now wifey gettin' mad, I'm like "ma', they not important"

Niggas gettin' mad lookin' like they smellin' horse shit

But they never start shit, that's some clever-smart shit

Dirty money washin', countin' till exhaustion

Weed so fire, it gotta be arson

Roaches in the ash tray, they probably need Orkin

Niggas say check me, he lied and he forged it

Martian, martian around the world I orbit

I'm lookin' for a bitch to get it on with like Marvin

She said it's gonna cost me, I told her "bitch get off me"

Her stripper name diamonds, her real name Swarovski

These niggas minor, me I'm just hierarchy

Shoot the whole car up, and still don't hit the car seat

You dead yet? You mad yet?

Beat a pussy nigga up and now my hands wet

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

You mad? too bad

I'm with a bad bitch with a new ass

I'm hot as Summers, you can ask Susan

I been have bands since Duran Duran, muthafucka

You mad? Cuz you last

My bitch pussy feel like new land

Two Xans, a few grams

I'm gettin' money, spend it on some new rims, you mad?

• Artist:Turk
• Album:Get Money Stay Real 2 (2015)