​mad ​andy polk​ (Ft. ​funeral & ​saturn)

[Verse: andy polk]
Wanted to hang (hang)
Now you're just sittin' there mad (sittin' there mad)
What was that? (hey)
Told me you went to my pad (pull up)

Chasin' the bags more
Wanted a digital dashboard
You hittin' the backboard
I had 'em come in the back door

Wanted to hang (hang)
Now you're just sittin' there mad (sittin' there mad)
What was that? (hey)
Told me you went to my pad (pull up)

Chasin' the bags more
Wanted a digital dashboard
You hittin' the backboard
I had 'em come in the back door

[Verse: funeral]
Yeah
That bright light
That boy too fast, need a night light
One shot to the head leave 'em night night
Police sirens gon' bye-bye
Yeah, he mad' then a bitch
I got a fucka here talking 'bout lists
I know he hidin' I know that he wish
That I cannot find him I know that he pissed off
Yeah, I know that he mad
Cus' he gon' sit around cry like that
Ain't whippin' around in a ride like that
That boy ain't really livin' high like that
I can see why he envy us
That muh'fucka too envious, yuh
That money tempting, yuh
Yeah, that money really tempting, huh, yuh