I'M DA SH*T
I'm really in the mood
(Fuck) Ha-ha-ha
And I don't give a fuck who don't
Fuck with me (It's Smoove'L the big 4)
'Cause at the end of the day, I'm still gon' do me
And I'ma still be that nigga
I'm a real life vibe (Yeah)
I'm in the mood, mmh (Let's go, how you feelin'?)
I'm in the mood (Like I'm Mad Max), yeah (Mad Max)
I'm in the mood for somethin' wrong, uh (I wanna fuck)
I'm in the mood (I'ma back out, let's go, yeah)
I jump out of the back of the 'Bach
I went under construction, I'm back with the racks
Niggas google my name, I'm too lit to react
(I can roll out a four) Bet a head, I still crack
(I'm not the one) You better beat it
I'm feeling myself, I am conceited
That nigga talk like he got it, but broke
Looks be deceiving (There is the meaning)
I got a whole lot of drip (Whole lot of drip)
I'm so immaculate
And I'm really the shit, are you dumb? (Are you dumb?)
I'll never need a bitch
(And I got your bitch on my body)
Boy, what you mad about? (Mad about)
And I put it on gang, in the bed, she insane
Watch how I slap it out (Watch how I slap)
I got 'em mad, upset, upset 'cause I'm really the shit (I got 'em mad)
Nigga, who said who? Nigga, who said what?
Tell 'em get off my dick (Get off my dick)
Pay my opps no attention and steady be shittin'
I'm makin' 'em feel dumb (I'm makin' 'em feel dumb)
If you feel like your nigga be playing with you, baby
Fuck with a real one (Come here, let's go, come here, yeah)
Hell of fashion, cause attention
When I step in the streets, I'm the one who they stare at
Keep that same energy when you run into me
Coppin' out (I don't wanna hear that) You better dump
(And I don't fuck with too many people 'round)
(Here) I don't fuck with 'em
(Keep my distance, I ain't trippin', too much fake love everywhere)
I'ma keep it a stack
I don't want love, I'm into the gat (Ah)
I wanna beat on the box (Beat it), eat on the box (Eat it)
You seen an opp, where he at?
(Niggas be preein' and watchin' my post)
Just like a bitch, doin' the most (Doin' the most)
I be like, "Oh my God"
(They tryna be me so hard) Be me so
I got a whole lot of drip (Whole lot of drip)
I'm so immaculate
And I'm really the shit, are you dumb? (Are you?)
I'll never need a bitch (That's a fact, woah)
And I got your bitch on my body
Boy, what you mad about?
And I put it on gang, in the bed, she insane
Watch how I slap it out
I'm in the mood, mmh (Let's go, how you feelin'?)
I'm in the mood (Like I'm Mad Max), yeah (Mad Max)
I'm in the mood for somethin' wrong, uh (I wanna fuck)
I'm in the mood (I'ma back out, let's go, ah)
Don't compare me to Ricky
I keep my gun, I don't run (No)
Better go to your ex with that actin' dumb
'Cause I ain't the one (I ain't the one)
If I'm shittin' too bad and it's makin' you mad, (I'm sorry) I'm sorry
But wait, but wait (Hold on)
I was cappin', now pardon me (Now pardon me, bitch)
I got 'em mad, upset
Upset 'cause I'm really the shit (I'm really the shit)
(Nigga, who said who? Nigga, who said what?)
Tell 'em get off my dick (Back up, bitch)
(Pay my opps no attention and steady be shittin')
(I'm makin' 'em feel dumb) (I'm makin' 'em feel dumb)
(If you feel like your nigga be playing)
(With you, baby) Fuck with a real one, let's go
(Fuck) Ha-ha-ha
And I don't give a fuck who don't
Fuck with me (It's Smoove'L the big 4)
'Cause at the end of the day, I'm still gon' do me
And I'ma still be that nigga
I'm a real life vibe (Yeah)
I'm in the mood, mmh (Let's go, how you feelin'?)
I'm in the mood (Like I'm Mad Max), yeah (Mad Max)
I'm in the mood for somethin' wrong, uh (I wanna fuck)
I'm in the mood (I'ma back out, let's go, yeah)
I jump out of the back of the 'Bach
I went under construction, I'm back with the racks
Niggas google my name, I'm too lit to react
(I can roll out a four) Bet a head, I still crack
(I'm not the one) You better beat it
I'm feeling myself, I am conceited
That nigga talk like he got it, but broke
Looks be deceiving (There is the meaning)
I got a whole lot of drip (Whole lot of drip)
I'm so immaculate
And I'm really the shit, are you dumb? (Are you dumb?)
I'll never need a bitch
(And I got your bitch on my body)
Boy, what you mad about? (Mad about)
And I put it on gang, in the bed, she insane
Watch how I slap it out (Watch how I slap)
I got 'em mad, upset, upset 'cause I'm really the shit (I got 'em mad)
Nigga, who said who? Nigga, who said what?
Tell 'em get off my dick (Get off my dick)
Pay my opps no attention and steady be shittin'
I'm makin' 'em feel dumb (I'm makin' 'em feel dumb)
If you feel like your nigga be playing with you, baby
Fuck with a real one (Come here, let's go, come here, yeah)
Hell of fashion, cause attention
When I step in the streets, I'm the one who they stare at
Keep that same energy when you run into me
Coppin' out (I don't wanna hear that) You better dump
(And I don't fuck with too many people 'round)
(Here) I don't fuck with 'em
(Keep my distance, I ain't trippin', too much fake love everywhere)
I'ma keep it a stack
I don't want love, I'm into the gat (Ah)
I wanna beat on the box (Beat it), eat on the box (Eat it)
You seen an opp, where he at?
(Niggas be preein' and watchin' my post)
Just like a bitch, doin' the most (Doin' the most)
I be like, "Oh my God"
(They tryna be me so hard) Be me so
I got a whole lot of drip (Whole lot of drip)
I'm so immaculate
And I'm really the shit, are you dumb? (Are you?)
I'll never need a bitch (That's a fact, woah)
And I got your bitch on my body
Boy, what you mad about?
And I put it on gang, in the bed, she insane
Watch how I slap it out
I'm in the mood, mmh (Let's go, how you feelin'?)
I'm in the mood (Like I'm Mad Max), yeah (Mad Max)
I'm in the mood for somethin' wrong, uh (I wanna fuck)
I'm in the mood (I'ma back out, let's go, ah)
Don't compare me to Ricky
I keep my gun, I don't run (No)
Better go to your ex with that actin' dumb
'Cause I ain't the one (I ain't the one)
If I'm shittin' too bad and it's makin' you mad, (I'm sorry) I'm sorry
But wait, but wait (Hold on)
I was cappin', now pardon me (Now pardon me, bitch)
I got 'em mad, upset
Upset 'cause I'm really the shit (I'm really the shit)
(Nigga, who said who? Nigga, who said what?)
Tell 'em get off my dick (Back up, bitch)
(Pay my opps no attention and steady be shittin')
(I'm makin' 'em feel dumb) (I'm makin' 'em feel dumb)
(If you feel like your nigga be playing)
(With you, baby) Fuck with a real one, let's go
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Writer(s): Alyamani Ouadah, Lefty Frizzel Sanders Jr.
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