Mad Dog cover
Mad Dog
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Mad Dog

Young Thug

Lyrics

Yeah

(Metro)

MetroThuggin, long overdue, no cap

No bap, slatt

I don't care about the superstardom shit

Swear on God

Maserati, skrrt, mask off (skrrt, skrrt)

Throw some ten on, get some red (yeah), drink some Mad Dog (some Mad Dog)

Richer than I ever been (woo), I don't wanna know no cost (know no cost)

I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off (don't know no ho)

I knock her friend out the par, but it ain't Top Golf

I'm lovin' to pop off (I'm lovin' it)

I put the sweat on the head (I put it, I put it)

The seats are hot sauce (I put it, woo)

Spread a few racks and they mad (why?)

Yeah, I'm a top dog

Got two Maybachs, the one with the lid (on God)

And the one with the top off (on God)

Now if you look up under my wrist, you'll see a bunch of racks (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Got these baguettes on my neck and I got my hoochie bag (ski, let's go, let's go, let's get it)

Like Donald Trump on my account, I got my billions up (swear)

First thing I did was make sure that my whole family up (yeah)

Spotted a helicopter and I swerve up on the block (grrah, grrah, phew)

This is a Lambo' (woo), it just can't go up to any shop (skrrt)

I'm never stoppin', and I keep a big old M tucked (on God)

I showed her Dr. Miami, now she got her titties and her tummy tucked (Dr. Miami)

Oh, oh, drink 'til we throw up

Woah, woah, let's go up on these drugs (woah)

Woah, woah, baby girl, I don't know her (woah)

Would she let me fuck her? (woah)

I got money, I just wanna fuck her

Caramel skin, I make her supper

Drank a four or a six, every time I pour out the syrup

Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse (woah)

Maserati, skrrt, mask off (hey)

Throw some ten on, get some red, drink some Mad Dog (let's go)

Richer than I ever been, I don't wanna know no cost (don't know no cost)

I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off (ayy, swear)

I knock her friend out the park, but it ain't Top Golf (yeah)

I'm lovin' to pop off (I took the off)

I put the sweat on the head (why?)

The seats are hot sauce (woo)

Spread a few racks and they mad (phew)

Yeah, I'm a top dog (I'm up)

Got two Maybachs, the one with the lid (what?)

And the one with the top off (woo, woo)

Tell me what you see when you just see a nigga like me

Tell me what you see when you could see a nigga like me

Tell me what you thinkin' when you think a nigga like me

Tell me how you balance when you plankin' on a milli'

I'm happy 'bout you (happy)

Baby, tell me how you been (yeah)

And I (and I), just wanna tell you that I miss the way you

Suck it (yeah), fuck it (and), love it (yeah)

Me and my buddies (and who?), cousins (yeah), yeah, yeah

Baby, pop that pussy (pop it), I just want exotic weed

Biscotti and cookies (argh)

I just print a thousand sheets of paper, then I kush it (swear)

Used to have a thousand pieces of mud on my hoodie (woo)

Now I keep a hundred thousand large in my hoodie (woo)

And I still got a thousand bitches, yeah (yeah)

Ain't ashamed to tell you that I got her out of Tootsies (woo)

She's snortin' Machine Gun Kelly

She got machine guns with thousands of bullets (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

Maserati, skrrt, mask off (hey)

Throw some ten on, get some red, drink some Mad Dog (let's go)

Richer than I ever been, I don't wanna know no cost (don't wanna know no cost)

I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off (ayy, swear)

I knock her friend out the par, but it ain't Top Golf (yeah)

I'm lovin' to pop off (pop off)

I put the sweat on the head (why?)

The seats are hot sauce (woo)

Spread a few racks and they mad (phew)

Yeah, I'm a top dog (I'm up)

Got two Maybachs, the one with the lid (what?)

And the one with the top off (on God)

Oh, oh, drink 'til we throw up

Woah, woah, let's go up on these drugs

Woah, woah, baby girl, I don't know her

Would she let me fuck her?

I got money, I just wanna fuck her

Caramel skin, I make her supper

Drank a four or a six, every time I pour out the syrup

Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse

I got money, I just wanna fuck her

Caramel skin, I make her supper

Drank a four or a six, every time I pour out the syrup

Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse

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