Not In The Mood
Ha
Pussy
I been starting really slow
But just wait till I begin
No they never checked up
On me so I Never make amends
Went thru some tragedies now
I'm tryna repent for all my sins
No I'm not happy but
I'm tryna turn my losses into wins
My brodienem they go hard
They just now what time to spin
Got a glock, Smith and Wesson
And a couple F&N's
All the opps they some hoes
Just gon Twitter talk again
We ain't friendly over here
So don't try to be a friend
2018 killers talked a lot
They all up on the news
I got hittas on my side all
They know is how to shoot
Was out here down bad now
Work hard that's just all I do
She been watching us now she
Just tryna love on the crew
Hop in the cat with my slatt
Ain't tryna end up on a case
Yeah I pray for my people to get
Richer by the day
100 racks in the bag and a
Richard by the face
Shoutout Gsavv know I love you
Still my dawg till this day
Gsavv not in the mood
I don't wanna be rude
But I'm not in my zone
But I'm not on my own
No childish shit cause
I'm fucking grown
Miss my brother gotta
Tell him through the fucking phone
It's that time of the year
Yeah it gotta be near
I'm coming for your
Head top like I ain't got no fear
I know my momma real proud
When she just stop and stare
We gon get rich soon
Know I gotta prepare
If you play me like a hoe
Imma just blow it in your face
I'll find out where you live
Then my choppa won't care
My choppa don't care
It gon definitely blast
Like Future off these percs
Bitch I got no mask
I'm standing on a side
Tryna catch the vibe
The party so dead
Tryna go to my bed
Jewelries on my fucking neck
Tryna fuck with her head
Might just make her my pet
I'm tryna get some head
Might just put her in a grave
But she my fav
Know that I go crazy
Pop this shit like brazy
Say she wanna date me
Nah bitch I'm too lazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got a bitch from only fans
Yeah she my only fan
Work hard and earn the bands
Don't get tired I'm a learner man
Glock in my hand
Throwing all them bands
Went in thru the back
Got all the cash
Made a couple moves
No we cannot lose
You betting on me losing
But bitch imma prove you wrong
Stacking up the wins yeah I'm fucking gone
Faded off this perc yeah I'm not in my zone
Not in my zone yeah bitch I'm gone
And please please don't try to call my phone
Going through a lot
Better don't get shot
We gon hit you in your blind spot
Look at the clock
Pussy
I been starting really slow
But just wait till I begin
No they never checked up
On me so I Never make amends
Went thru some tragedies now
I'm tryna repent for all my sins
No I'm not happy but
I'm tryna turn my losses into wins
My brodienem they go hard
They just now what time to spin
Got a glock, Smith and Wesson
And a couple F&N's
All the opps they some hoes
Just gon Twitter talk again
We ain't friendly over here
So don't try to be a friend
2018 killers talked a lot
They all up on the news
I got hittas on my side all
They know is how to shoot
Was out here down bad now
Work hard that's just all I do
She been watching us now she
Just tryna love on the crew
Hop in the cat with my slatt
Ain't tryna end up on a case
Yeah I pray for my people to get
Richer by the day
100 racks in the bag and a
Richard by the face
Shoutout Gsavv know I love you
Still my dawg till this day
Gsavv not in the mood
I don't wanna be rude
But I'm not in my zone
But I'm not on my own
No childish shit cause
I'm fucking grown
Miss my brother gotta
Tell him through the fucking phone
It's that time of the year
Yeah it gotta be near
I'm coming for your
Head top like I ain't got no fear
I know my momma real proud
When she just stop and stare
We gon get rich soon
Know I gotta prepare
If you play me like a hoe
Imma just blow it in your face
I'll find out where you live
Then my choppa won't care
My choppa don't care
It gon definitely blast
Like Future off these percs
Bitch I got no mask
I'm standing on a side
Tryna catch the vibe
The party so dead
Tryna go to my bed
Jewelries on my fucking neck
Tryna fuck with her head
Might just make her my pet
I'm tryna get some head
Might just put her in a grave
But she my fav
Know that I go crazy
Pop this shit like brazy
Say she wanna date me
Nah bitch I'm too lazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Got a bitch from only fans
Yeah she my only fan
Work hard and earn the bands
Don't get tired I'm a learner man
Glock in my hand
Throwing all them bands
Went in thru the back
Got all the cash
Made a couple moves
No we cannot lose
You betting on me losing
But bitch imma prove you wrong
Stacking up the wins yeah I'm fucking gone
Faded off this perc yeah I'm not in my zone
Not in my zone yeah bitch I'm gone
And please please don't try to call my phone
Going through a lot
Better don't get shot
We gon hit you in your blind spot
Look at the clock
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Writer(s): Ahmad Zadeh
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