Mad Guy - Sal Houdini

Yeah

Maddie is a baddie I just never told her

I’ll trade in her Cadi for a new Rover

If I lived in Cali I’d tell her come over

I’m far away sadly, it’s all good I’ll call her

I’ll tell her to pack her bags, she’s flyin' out

She just left her man I guess we’ll try it out

She in love with the Gucci guess we’ll buy it out

Tell me how you feel, make sure you write it down

This girl from Kentucky keep sayin' come fuck me

She only wants dick man she don’t really love me

I really miss Bella ain’t seen her since high school

I’ll see her again if she ever gets lucky

My friends cancel plans 'cause they say I’m too gully

When we out in public I’m never too buddy

Opps in the city and shit could get ugly

Bullets make you pussy niggas say you love me

Pull up on they ass my whole neck is frozen

My shooter still got a couple cases open

My lawyer said he’ll be fine I said I hope it

I got couple people lookin' to be broken

Smokin' hella shisha all the heads is lotus

Lotta tinted whips I’m rollin' 'round like POTUS

Lotta scary wizardry like Hocus Pocus

Suicide on all the whips we leave 'em open

Used to never get this much attention I was lonely

Now these motherfuckers want to really get to know me

Soon as I say no to them, their true colors they show me

As you’re sleepin' I make all your enemies my homies

And then it’s always I’m the bad guy

Took your shawty what a mad guy

Is he dumb?

What a mad guy

That’s Houdini, man that’s that guy

I’m so cocky, I’m so cocky

Whew

I’ve been on a high, I’ve been comin' out with gems

Pull up to Katsuya in an all white benz

10PM indoors rockin' Cartier lens

Ones who talk the most they be sittin' on the bench

I just move in silence like I’m 'bout to catch a kill

Got a lot of threats man I wish a nigga will

6'1 standin' with no Timberlands still

Glock 9's just incase there’s blood we got to spill

Mans could get a tune up real quick still

Talk about the releast nothin' 'bout you say you real

Did I hit a nerve?

Tell me how you really feel

I must have the nerve talkin' crazy but still

By the time we get to poppin' you asleep

We got eyes everywhere on the streets

Never show up unless we in VIP

And all my niggas that’s inside blowin' trees

Couple bands for the shawty at Chanel

Man I love this lifestyle, could you tell?

Roley sick got you feelin' unwell

If no pussy in the mix then I bail

Took your shorty what a bad guy

Is he dumb?

What a mad guy

That’s Houdini, man that’s that guy

I would hate me too dawg, I understand why

Mans could get a tune up real quick still

Talk about the releast nothin' 'bout you say you real

Did I hit a nerve?

Tell me how you really feel

I must have the nerve talkin' crazy but still