[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 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 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 niggas 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 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 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 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 a autograph

All you had to do was ask, woah