Houdini, Sal - Mad Guy Lyrics

Yeah
Maddie is a baddie I just never told her
I'll trade in her Cadi for a new Rover
If I lived in Cali I'd tell her come over
I'm far away sadly, it's all good I'll call her
I'll tell her to pack her bags, she's flyin' out
She just left her man I guess we'll try it out
She in love with the Gucci guess we'll buy it out
Tell me how you feel, make sure you write it down
This girl from Kentucky keep sayin' come fuck me
She only wants dick man she don't really love me
I really miss Bella ain't seen her since high school
I'll see her again if she ever gets lucky
My friends cancel plans 'cause they say I'm too gully
When we out in public I'm never too buddy
Opps in the city and shit could get ugly
Bullets make you pussy niggas say you love me
Pull up on they ass my whole neck is frozen
My shooter still got a couple cases open
My lawyer said he'll be fine I said I hope it
I got couple people lookin' to be broken
Smokin' hella shisha all the heads is lotus
Lotta tinted whips I'm rollin' 'round like POTUS
Lotta scary wizardry like Hocus Pocus
Suicide on all the whips we leave 'em open
Used to never get this much attention I was lonely
Now these motherfuckers want to really get to know me
Soon as I say no to them, their true colors they show me
As you're sleepin' I make all your enemies my homies
And then it's always I'm the bad guy
Took your shawty what a mad guy
Is he dumb? What a mad guy
That's Houdini, man that's that guy
I'm so cocky, I'm so cocky
Whew

I've been on a high, I've been comin' out with gems
Pull up to Katsuya in an all white benz
10PM indoors rockin' Cartier lens
Ones who talk the most they be sittin' on the bench
I just move in silence like I'm 'bout to catch a kill
Got a lot of threats man I wish a nigga will
6'1 standin' with no Timberlands still
Glock 9's just incase there's blood we got to spill
Mans could get a tune up real quick still
Talk about the releast nothin' 'bout you say you real
Did I hit a nerve? Tell me how you really feel
I must have the nerve talkin' crazy but still
By the time we get to poppin' you asleep
We got eyes everywhere on the streets
Never show up unless we in VIP
And all my niggas that's inside blowin' trees
Couple bands for the shawty at Chanel
Man I love this lifestyle, could you tell?
Roley sick got you feelin' unwell
If no pussy in the mix then I bail
Took your shorty what a bad guy
Is he dumb? What a mad guy
That's Houdini, man that's that guy
I would hate me too dawg, I understand why
Mans could get a tune up real quick still
Talk about the releast nothin' 'bout you say you real
Did I hit a nerve? Tell me how you really feel
I must have the nerve talkin' crazy but still