Big Mood
Yeah
Walk in this hoe and I feel like Pharrell
It might be the fit
They know I'm on fire, I'm giving 'em hell
I burn through a zip
They know I be lit, I'm in they discussion
I watch 'em talk shit then I watch 'em do nothing
You putting in keys, I'm pushing on buttons
I fuck 'em and dip, I don't do the cuffin'
Stuff a couple racks in the duffel
First one to swing in the scuffle
Stunt so hard need a double
Picture me rolling up a jet pack
Ain't with the cap you can find me where the check at
I got you triggered I never been friendly
Me and my niggas we get to the benji's
That nigga don't like me, I think I know why
Cause I'm a whole meal and he just a fry
Handful of bags when I'm leaving the mall
No pick & choosing I'm copping 'em all
Lit with the bars and I'm making 'em crawl
Knocking 'em down and I'm watching 'em fall
Fuck on yo ho then I hop in my whip
They like my style but they loving my drip
Always the flyest it should be expected
I pop out on niggas like I was ejected
Big mood, I'm a big mood
And I'm gone do what I want to
Big mood, I'm a big mood
I'm a big mood, I'm a big mood
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Need that when I touch down
Need that flooded AP
You ain't holding you get shut down
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Need that when I touch down
Need that flooded AP
You ain't holding you get shut down
Pull up with my top off
Take yo top off if you pop off
I'm too real and you a knockoff
Get my nut then I say hop off (that's enough)
Pull up to the Flame, finna throw bands
Niggas throw shade bet they won't throw hands
Sonning these niggas like I was they pop
Decked out in Gucci I'm feeling like Wop
Gimme some space when I'm doing my dance
Walked in with bands, they stuffin' my pants
Niggas ain't real so they can't get a chance
Feeling this drank so I'm losing my stance
Niggas is lazy they copy and pasting
Tryna be me but it's time they be wasting
And I be all in they mouth like that shit was my house
Man the way that my dick they be tasting
Big mood, I'm a big mood
And I'm gone do what I want to
Big mood, I'm a big mood
I'm a big mood, I'm a big mood
Big mood, I'm a big mood
And I'm gone do what I want to
Big mood, I'm a big mood
I'm a big mood, I'm a big mood
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Need that when I touch down
Need that flooded AP
You ain't holding you get shut down
(Bye!)
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Need that when I touch down
Need that spree at Neiman's
You ain't holding you get shut down
Walk in this hoe and I feel like Pharrell
It might be the fit
They know I'm on fire, I'm giving 'em hell
I burn through a zip
They know I be lit, I'm in they discussion
I watch 'em talk shit then I watch 'em do nothing
You putting in keys, I'm pushing on buttons
I fuck 'em and dip, I don't do the cuffin'
Stuff a couple racks in the duffel
First one to swing in the scuffle
Stunt so hard need a double
Picture me rolling up a jet pack
Ain't with the cap you can find me where the check at
I got you triggered I never been friendly
Me and my niggas we get to the benji's
That nigga don't like me, I think I know why
Cause I'm a whole meal and he just a fry
Handful of bags when I'm leaving the mall
No pick & choosing I'm copping 'em all
Lit with the bars and I'm making 'em crawl
Knocking 'em down and I'm watching 'em fall
Fuck on yo ho then I hop in my whip
They like my style but they loving my drip
Always the flyest it should be expected
I pop out on niggas like I was ejected
Big mood, I'm a big mood
And I'm gone do what I want to
Big mood, I'm a big mood
I'm a big mood, I'm a big mood
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Need that when I touch down
Need that flooded AP
You ain't holding you get shut down
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Need that when I touch down
Need that flooded AP
You ain't holding you get shut down
Pull up with my top off
Take yo top off if you pop off
I'm too real and you a knockoff
Get my nut then I say hop off (that's enough)
Pull up to the Flame, finna throw bands
Niggas throw shade bet they won't throw hands
Sonning these niggas like I was they pop
Decked out in Gucci I'm feeling like Wop
Gimme some space when I'm doing my dance
Walked in with bands, they stuffin' my pants
Niggas ain't real so they can't get a chance
Feeling this drank so I'm losing my stance
Niggas is lazy they copy and pasting
Tryna be me but it's time they be wasting
And I be all in they mouth like that shit was my house
Man the way that my dick they be tasting
Big mood, I'm a big mood
And I'm gone do what I want to
Big mood, I'm a big mood
I'm a big mood, I'm a big mood
Big mood, I'm a big mood
And I'm gone do what I want to
Big mood, I'm a big mood
I'm a big mood, I'm a big mood
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Need that when I touch down
Need that flooded AP
You ain't holding you get shut down
(Bye!)
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Need that when I touch down
Need that spree at Neiman's
You ain't holding you get shut down
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Writer(s): Damien Henderson
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