Big Mood

Ran it up now we need a new route
Trap hard make the neighbors move out
Shawty bad give the bitch a boob job
Fuck ha once then I make her friend Minaj
Ima young nigga I get lots of guap
Fendi flip flops
Gucci tube socks
Ima rude boy
Ima trap boy
50 racks on me big mood Yea
Big mood
10 racks get a nigga wiped down
Hold on pipe down
Dog food city call it Ralo town
We got big pounds like we working out
I got big amounts
Gucci stepping out
Trap like Belly now
If you having racks bring that Fetty out
When we in the club we standing on the couches
Ion want ya bitch I just want her mouth
I just took some hoes and I swapped them out
Real plug ties nigga ain't no drout
Vvs diamonds gold in my mouth
Hit her from the back
She gone throw the towel
Book me fo a show its gone be crowd
Pull up in my Chevy it's gone be loud
Young rich nigga
Bitch I'm black and proud
Ain't no dumb nigga
Bitch I tote da fire
Bag on the way it be here by nine
If I gotta drive
95 AirMax when I slide
Look me in my eyes
Ima real d boy yea yea
Different type of hoes Ima real player
Different type of bag this a different flavor
I'm still streaming double fuck a hater
Ayyyeeeee

Ran it up now we need a new route
Trap hard make the neighbors move out
Shawty bad give the bitch a boob job
Fuck ha once then I make her friend Minaj
Ima young nigga I get lots of guap
Fendi flip flops
Gucci tube socks
Ima rude boy
Ima trap boy
50 racks on me big mood Yea



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Writer(s): Rob Grant
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