A Boogie Wit da Hoodie feat. Youngn Lipz, Creed Tha Kid & Day1 -
Mood Swings (Remix) [feat. Youngn Lipz, Creed Tha Kid & Day1]
Mood Swings (Remix) [feat. Youngn Lipz, Creed Tha Kid & Day1]
Weezy outta here
Beast, beast
I'm a beast
Oh my God, mood swings
Out of line, mood swings
Out of time
I was broke, I don't cry
I'm the G.O.A.T, I'm a God
I'm a beast, I'm a Goblin', nigga, let that shit fly
Nigga, you don't want no problem
I be feelin' like Batman, my niggas always robbin'
I just got caught fuckin' my best friend, we wylin', yeah
I put it on for my city
They know it's day one when they talk about Breezy
She knows I'm busy
Trap keep ringin'
Trap keep ringin'
F-Fuck a mood swing when my bat start swingin' (yeah)
Take a risk and then I dash, dash
Double G up on my bag, bag
I'm runnin' shit like a half back
But you never see me pass
Like first things first
Free my brother from the chains
Ain't no brother feel the same
When you both grew up from the dirt
It's crazy that I'm takin' all these planes
And the mood swings change
I will never go back to the hurt
I can't go back to the hurt
I can't go back to the hurt
And word to my mother
If I find it was a killer for my brother
I'ma put that motherfucker in an R.I.P shirt
I'm a beast, I'm a Goblin', nigga, let that shit fly
Nigga, you don't want no problem
I be feelin' like Batman, my niggas always robbin'
I just got caught fuckin' my best friend, we wylin', yeah
I got a check that I'm waiting to run
All my brothers ready adding the sums
If they talkin' aim it I'm 'on get 'em in one
Have 'em knock 'em bang 'em like the drums
I'm bustin' breakin' out the rooftop
Hear the sound I earned it on my own spot
Yeah I'm so high I'm takin' no stops
Got the fire I'm fuckin' my mood clock
Game too critical gotta kill this beat no criminal
Thoughts subliminal gotta go 'fore it get too physical
Price too minimal when you dealin' with me it get ridicule
They not that yeah they on my back they too damn cynical
I don't know, outta' time
I'm so caught out of line
Aderall analyze
Lost my bro, lost my mind
Want my soul, niggas want my life
Tryna take my hoes, tryna fuck my wife
Mood swings, sometimes I need two at a time
Fuckin' two sets of twins, and one of them shy
Fuck two sets of 10's like a couple of dimes
Fuck two sets of twins like a couple of times
Fuck few sets of twins like a couple of times
Percocets, two times
Percocets, never knew when to come
Percocets, two time
Percocets, never knew when to come
Yeah, yeah
YL, YL
YL, YL, YL
Damn
I keep going I don't stop
Chasin' the bag get the whole guap
Lil' mama in her panty and a crop top
Take her down and she go up
Fuck around to the money she go harder
Swear her friends call me papi I'm her father
All this energy inside she a charger
And her friends wanna cut call me barber
Now they all acting up call it drama
Believe I ain't sticking around for another my G
Stick to the plan I Coach Carter with it
Plant my crop clean it up like a farmer you see
Know that I ain't going back to the reef
I seen them bite in the streets
Know that lil' mama she waitin' to please
Back to a family dependin' on me
I'm a beast
Oh my God, mood swings
Out of line, mood swings
Out of time
I was broke, I don't cry
She's my bestie
Never knew she was so nasty (Yeah)
And she's so sexy
Kissing on bitches like they lesbians (Yeah)
Ass so fat
Bouncing up and down like a basketball (Yeah)
Niggas don't test me
Snipe a nigga cheating like Wesley (Yeah)
Beast, beast
I'm a beast
Oh my God, mood swings
Out of line, mood swings
Out of time
I was broke, I don't cry
I'm the G.O.A.T, I'm a God
I'm a beast, I'm a Goblin', nigga, let that shit fly
Nigga, you don't want no problem
I be feelin' like Batman, my niggas always robbin'
I just got caught fuckin' my best friend, we wylin', yeah
I put it on for my city
They know it's day one when they talk about Breezy
She knows I'm busy
Trap keep ringin'
Trap keep ringin'
F-Fuck a mood swing when my bat start swingin' (yeah)
Take a risk and then I dash, dash
Double G up on my bag, bag
I'm runnin' shit like a half back
But you never see me pass
Like first things first
Free my brother from the chains
Ain't no brother feel the same
When you both grew up from the dirt
It's crazy that I'm takin' all these planes
And the mood swings change
I will never go back to the hurt
I can't go back to the hurt
I can't go back to the hurt
And word to my mother
If I find it was a killer for my brother
I'ma put that motherfucker in an R.I.P shirt
I'm a beast, I'm a Goblin', nigga, let that shit fly
Nigga, you don't want no problem
I be feelin' like Batman, my niggas always robbin'
I just got caught fuckin' my best friend, we wylin', yeah
I got a check that I'm waiting to run
All my brothers ready adding the sums
If they talkin' aim it I'm 'on get 'em in one
Have 'em knock 'em bang 'em like the drums
I'm bustin' breakin' out the rooftop
Hear the sound I earned it on my own spot
Yeah I'm so high I'm takin' no stops
Got the fire I'm fuckin' my mood clock
Game too critical gotta kill this beat no criminal
Thoughts subliminal gotta go 'fore it get too physical
Price too minimal when you dealin' with me it get ridicule
They not that yeah they on my back they too damn cynical
I don't know, outta' time
I'm so caught out of line
Aderall analyze
Lost my bro, lost my mind
Want my soul, niggas want my life
Tryna take my hoes, tryna fuck my wife
Mood swings, sometimes I need two at a time
Fuckin' two sets of twins, and one of them shy
Fuck two sets of 10's like a couple of dimes
Fuck two sets of twins like a couple of times
Fuck few sets of twins like a couple of times
Percocets, two times
Percocets, never knew when to come
Percocets, two time
Percocets, never knew when to come
Yeah, yeah
YL, YL
YL, YL, YL
Damn
I keep going I don't stop
Chasin' the bag get the whole guap
Lil' mama in her panty and a crop top
Take her down and she go up
Fuck around to the money she go harder
Swear her friends call me papi I'm her father
All this energy inside she a charger
And her friends wanna cut call me barber
Now they all acting up call it drama
Believe I ain't sticking around for another my G
Stick to the plan I Coach Carter with it
Plant my crop clean it up like a farmer you see
Know that I ain't going back to the reef
I seen them bite in the streets
Know that lil' mama she waitin' to please
Back to a family dependin' on me
I'm a beast
Oh my God, mood swings
Out of line, mood swings
Out of time
I was broke, I don't cry
She's my bestie
Never knew she was so nasty (Yeah)
And she's so sexy
Kissing on bitches like they lesbians (Yeah)
Ass so fat
Bouncing up and down like a basketball (Yeah)
Niggas don't test me
Snipe a nigga cheating like Wesley (Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Artist Dubose, Wesley Tyler Glass
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