Big Mad Ft. YUNG MORTY (prod. yung morty)

[Verse 1: Sauceboiswae]
HAHAHAHA
Ay, Ay
God I'm big mad
Shooting at your heart for a heart attack
Put you on the ground
Choppa take off like a private jet
I got Migos by my side and I ain't talking Offset
I got shotta's throwing slugs, NFL like Quarterback
Knockin' niggas low, Knockin' niggas down, been stackin'
I just fucked your bitch, now I want your fuckin' bitch back
She gone come around full circle like a culdesac
She been chasin' hard, bitch I got the murders on the track
I said bitch you make me mad, motivation: get a bag
Selling counterfeits get a young nigga swag
$3000 on Off-White, Bitch I'm poppin' tags
40 rounds in my clip, I got extended mags
Stopping power, broken wifi, bitch i make you lag
You're going up on my list, look at the flick of my wrist
Glock-9 got the clicks
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You gon' make a nigga rich 'fore i go off in this bitch

[Hook: Sauceboiswae]
Bitch you big mad? Bitch I'm big mad
Say, Bitch you big mad? Bitch I'm big mad

[Verse 2: Sauceboiswae]
Iso too cold, on froze (on frozе!)
000 risk on a hoe (on a hoe!)
1800-Dont you call me brokе (call me broke!)
I be hittin' licks down on the low (on the low!)
So my diamonds glissin' that be in my show (at my show!)
I be on the low, so you don't even know (don't know!)
Stalkin' all competition, black crow (black crow!)
Takin' niggas down, bitch they might explode (might explode!)
Takin' niggas down, AK on reload (on reload!)
Super Saiyan bitch, I'm on overload (overload!)
Yuh, Yuh, I'm on overload (overload!)
Yuh Yuh, I'm on

[Verse 3: Yung Morty]
I might pullup with a four-five fuck it, 380
Smokin' off this loud, got my ass real lazy
Bodies in the trunk, cus my trigger finger my saftey
Pull up on your bitch, "tryna fuck?" I say "Maybe"
Throw your corpse up in the river
I would never dig a fuckin' grave
Pull up on yo momma, and I made that bitch my fuckin' slave
Imma pull up on ya bust some fucking caps at your brain
I with the shit, extended clips, I'm offline like Kane

[Hook: Sauceboiswae]
Bitch you big mad? Bitch I'm big mad
Say, Bitch you big mad? Bitch I'm big mad
Bitch you big mad? Bitch I'm big mad
Say, Bitch you big mad? Bitch I'm big mad

[Verse 4: Sauceboiswae]
Do it with the swag, I got balmain on my jeans
I give freedom to the fiends, when they stuck up out the lean
And they bound to a Queen, I got different options
All these niggas joined my team so you ain't big mad
Self-Esteem on green while i count my bag
I been back with Billie Jean, I been gettin' racks
I said build them bitches up, want a Bentley Truck
I don't give a fuck, Nigga don't need luck
Bands that make her dance, Bitch I'm coming up yuh
Stealin' every rock, and I put that hoe on lock yuh
Nigga out of time, so I restocked the clock yuh
Bitch I keep a Nine at the time, got the Glock yuh
I be on the block where I'm makin ghosts hot
Block is on hot, fahrenheit like a sauna
Choppa sing a nigga to sleep, just like Madonna
Stacking bands up to the ceiling, gettin' commas
Got hoes on the side, lil a nigga farmer
I got dead pres none of these hoes is Obama
Get on yo knees, and pray to my choppa
Pray to my choppa