Lyrics
Most of the time when these people be talking I don’t even hear 'em
They talk and they talk, but I do not hear shit when I’m near 'em
I, swear to God that I came up Same stuff never changed up Taking shots, get your aim up Wanna play, get your game up Then I see you hating so you know I gotta ask
You mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
Uh, you mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
Uh, you mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
I said tell me what you mad fo'
You mad bro?
Man, it’s quite apparent that everybody gonna talk
They all got something to say
I bet you can hear it loud cause I’m up in your face
And everybody goes nuts when I’m up in the place
It’s K. Flum, or Kevin
Whatever you want
And I’ma eat the beat up like it’s dinner or lunch
And I be lookin' at my clock
Man, my timing is the shit
And you got it in a second, and I got it in a jiff
Killin' all ya’ll like I got it on my hip
Didn’t bring a fuck, I forgot it in the whip
Met a bad chick, cause I got her off the strip
And she talk about my dick cause she got it on her lips
Got a few girls in the dm When I hit the city, I’ma see 'em
Roll up with my homies in the GM
Probably bringin' drama like a bm Get your girl Taken call Liam
Yo, I beat the beat up You can call me Sharkeisha
Since I drop that, everyone wanna feature
Been in the game, and you watch from the bleachers
I’m out with your chick, and she buyin' me sneakers
Hottest white boy that you ever seen
Working hard
Tryna get a house with a mezzanine
Never liked school always been a c I like what I see
I got better needs and you mad
Most of the time when these people be talking I don’t even hear 'em
They talk and they talk, but I do not hear shit when I’m near 'em
I, swear to God that I came up Same stuff never changed up Taking shots, get your aim up Wanna play, get your game up Then I see you hating so you know I gotta ask
You mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
Uh, you mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
Uh, you mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
I said tell me what you mad fo'
You mad bro?
Round 2, no boxing match
And whatever I get I get lots of that
I’m not cocky, dawg
I’m sure of myself
And I’ma keep gettin' money like I’m suein' myself, damn
I sound like half of the guys that will make you believe half of the lies
Half of the time, I don’t be hearin' that shit, homie
I cannot lie
I cannot lie, I could just tell you the truth
I could just sell you a soup
I’ma keep all the bread for myself
I’ma cool motherfucker I don’t need no help
And still, they say that I sound like Drake, but I disagree
I’ve been doin' this for like 6 years now
I’m pretty sure that it’s me Yo, wait a second
Think about it Cash and checks, my ink pronounces
Get the wax from sticky ounces
I love my girls, but I need a bouncer
Pull up to the show in a Tahoe
And you never see me caught up with the 5−0
And you never get less than a live show
Hi, I’m Kevin Flum and I put that on the bible, gone
Most of the time when these people be talking I don’t even hear 'em
They talk and they talk, but I do not hear shit when I’m near 'em
I, swear to God that I came up Same stuff never changed up Taking shots, get your aim up Wanna play, get your game up Then I see you hating so you know I gotta ask
You mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
Uh, you mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
Uh, you mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
I said tell me what you mad fo'
You mad bro?
You mad bro?
You mad bro?
Tell me what you mad fo'
