IN MY MOOD

Grrah
(Chee on the beat)
Grrah
Every opp shot

Ok, heard he done
Chii dead and they still ain't do non'
Gotta beam on a drum, just in case if he run
Nigga dumb, don't reach 'cause you don't gotta gun
Leave him done, like, if I boom, ain't no way they could run (Don't run)
Where he from, like if he say the wrong thing he get turn into runts
Word to bro, opp that she got beat and got punched
Bitch tryna get her sum' dick, she dumb
When we spin, don't run, they be duckin' the gun
Lil Mabu a bitch and I know where you from
I just brought a new chop, put the beam on a drum
You a kid when I see you, you done
Duce five got kick, tryna get 'em and run

Grrah, grrah
Face of the Bronx, nigga know what I do
EBS all them shots that I threw
E4Rah till I die and I put that on Woo
Get the clickin', the beam on the toll
I ain't gon' lie, word to bro, they got me in my mood
Up first knocker see him and shoot
Get the blitzin', gone throw at his crew
Grrah, grrah

Mabu dirty, you a bitch
Word to bro, you ain't takin' that risk
Word to bro, you don't know what's a stick
New opp died in the sta don't trip (Chii)
Finger itchin', I'm clickin' this shit
Up the pole, I ain't feelin' this shit
Beam on a scope, who invented this shit?
Like what? Grrah, grrah

I'ma creep, I like bending like spinning on feet
Like, that's a opp right there and I peep
Word to bro, don't lack thinkin' shit is sweet
I'm on my dolo, don't need me no V
They see my face and they runnin' from me
Opp spotter, like what?
They ain't do shit, put they mans in the blunt
Top shotta like, what?
Put the beam on the drum, bitch, I'm comin' in clutch
Paramedics go and pick him up
Talkin' on bro, would leave your body stuck
How you EBS, who did you touch?
Scottie gone back out the knocks in a rush
Up first knocka, throw ten plus
Bro gone oot 'em and turn 'em to dust
We smoke Bobby, that nigga punch (Bobby)

I ain't actin', I do all the stunts
Like beam on his ligament, turn him to lunch
When we spin, don't front
Dump, hit 'em, leave his body done
Ooter all black, all you see is the gun
Hurd he dead over arrival, I knew it would come
Nazzy, Rippy, like Bobby a bum
I'm the face of the Bronx, I'm the one, don't run
Ooter go dumb, he gon' send him a tun (Baow, baow)