[Refrain]
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 in 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'

[Chorus]
All these fuck n***as on my line
Damn, n***a, you must wanna die tonight
Yeah, I rock a choker with a .45
And I know some n***as 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 a autograph
All you had to do was ask, woah

[Verse 1]
Uh, but you lookin' like a 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 nigs?
And got my name in they mouth like they swallowin' my children
I never got why n***as hate
It's probably 'cause I'm doin' better than 'em, 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're walkin' in their sorrows 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
[Chorus]
All these fuck n***as on my line
Damn, n***a, you must wanna die tonight
Yeah, I rock a choker with a .45
And I know some n***as 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 a autograph
All you had to do was ask, woah

[Refrain]
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 in 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', uh

[Verse 2]
But these haters not breathin'
Stevie Wonder to these haters, no seein', uh
And I don't believe it
They hate me, hate me for no reason
[Bridge]
They hate me for no reason, woah
Oh-oh-oh

[Chorus]
All these fuck n***as on my line
Damn, n***a, you must wanna die tonight
Yeah, I rock a choker with a .45
And I know some n***as 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 a autograph
All you had to do was ask, woah