“Autograph (On My Line)” Lyrics

Why you mad?
Why you mad?
Why you mad?
Why you mad?
That’s all I wanna know
You 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 ain’t got no business talkin’ in the first place
I’m freezin’ (I’m 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 want an autograph, all you had to do was ask, woah

But you lookin’ like an asshole
Up on Twitter and you lookin’ mad woke
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 swallowing my children
I never get 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 I’m in a lower place
They walkin’ in their slums while I’m vibin’ outer 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 want 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 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 ain’t got no business talkin’ in the first place
I’m freezin’, uh
But these haters not breathin’
Stevie Wonder to these haters, no seein’, uh
And I don’t believe it
Hate me, hate me for no reason

They hate me for no reason, 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 want an autograph, all you had to do was ask, woah