Why you mad, why you mad? Why you mad, why you mad? That is all I wanna know You're lookin' like a joke, dry humor at the most Steady chokin' on your shade like a dick in your throat Well if you're gonna throw shade my way Maybe you should throw with a little more aim It's a cold day in hell when they dirty up your name They don't got no business talkin' in the first place, I'm freezin' (Freezin', bitch I'm freezin', freezin', freezin', freezin', freezin') All these fuck niggas on my line Damn nigga you must wanna die tonight Yeah, I rock a choker with a. 45 And I know some niggas that are down to ride All these hatin' bitches on my line Damn bitch you must wanna fuck tonight Let me guess, you're my biggest fan, right? You wanted an autograph All you had to do was ask, woah (Huh) But you lookin' like an asshole Up on Twitter and you lookin mad, woah Talkin' bout me, but you lookin' bad, woah Like the ugly daughter that I never had, woah And what's up with these niggas? Got my name in they mouth like they swallowin' my children I never got why niggas hate It's probably cause I'm doin' better than them anyway It's probably cause I get they bitches wetter anyway It's probably cause I'm livin' and they're in a lower place They walkin' in the slums while I'm vibin' out in space Crash land just to take they girl on a dinner date When haters see me winnin' they just hyperventilate They always try to stop me but I never hesitate Just follow all your dreams and when you reach them, celebrate That's the only way to truly make a hater suffocate All these fuck niggas on my line Damn nigga you must wanna die tonight Yeah, I rock a choker with a. 45 And I know some niggas that are down to ride All these hatin' bitches on my line Damn bitch you must wanna fuck tonight Let me guess, you're my biggest fan, right? You wanted an autograph All you had to do was ask, woah Why you mad, why you mad? Why you mad, why you mad? That's all I wanna know You're lookin' like a joke, dry humor at the most Steady chokin' on your shade like a dick in your throat Well if you're gonna throw shade my way Maybe you should throw with a little more aim It's a cold day in hell when they dirty up your name They don't got no business talkin' in the first place, I'm freezin' But these haters not breathin' Stevie Wonder to these haters no seein' And I don't believe it They hate me, hate me for no reason They hate me for no reason, woah Oh-oh-oh All these fuck niggas on my line Damn nigga you must wanna die tonight Yeah, I rock a choker with a. 45 And I know some niggas that are down to ride All these hatin' bitches on my line Damn bitch you must wanna fuck tonight Let me guess, you're my biggest fan, right? You wanted an autograph All you had to do was ask, woah