Bad Mood

Thought I'd give my opps a lil somethin' they can dance to
Ex-girl busted, I know she been ran through
She say go to hell, I said lol I plan to
Showed up to the party even though I'm in a bad mood
Dressed in all black in the back of the back room
Got too high, then I threw up in the bathroom
White girl keep tryna compliment my tattoo's
While her boyfriend mean muggin', tryna act cool
I don't like how they take themselves so serious
Shorty to turnt, she a little bicurious
Hit my girl line like she down to experiment
I don't blame her for her wanting an experience
Labels call around like, hold up, is you hearin' this
Loud ghetto hoe runnin' round, yellin' period
I'm playing frisbee with your dead homies halo
Heard he got hit first boy, you can be the sequel
I can pull up on Apple or I can pull up on Getty
Or I can pull up on Holt, I mean, whenever you ready
And I don't wanna smack a bitch, please don't make me hit Becky
And it's been a long day, but I love bein' petty
And these loud ratchet hoes don't do nothin' for me
I cut my last shorty cause the bitch was gettin' corny
Don't ask her what happened, she always changin' up the story
Don't believe me you can fly my ass out to Maury
Like, damn, I ain't mean to ruin your plans
But I thought I'd give another crazy white girl back their chance
She just wanna do her dance
And I tell her no-no when she reachin' for my pants
Now they sayin' tell us all how come
Cause if I give in now, you already know the outcome
Just cause my name Shaft don't mean we using magnums
Six inch, still big enough to go platinum

Talkin' bout a get back, you need to get your bitch back
Pull up real fast, gave my neck a little whiplash
I ain't with the talkin', the DMs, and the chit-chat
You a bitch and your bitch a hoe, that's a mix-match
White boy, honky, man, he lookin' like riff-raff
Dance on em' do the moonwalk, get your mic jacked
Growl when I'm lookin' at a hoe cause I'm like that
I don't care, I said I'm like that

Shhhhhh
All white fit Sunday
Step in a church like I walked in a runway
Don't diss me if you're three years late
You think it's never too late
What, three days grace
Boy, I been high as hell for like three days straight
Say you got your own flow, yet, you copy and paste
Need to find your own voice, get the fuck out my face
Say you fucked on my ex, well shit, how do I taste
How you copying pop and yet you don't want the smoke
Give a fuck about old boy, bro, been a joke
Fuck around, eyes closed, I can make it from the half-court
Boy, you my son, get spanked from the backboard
Took a little break, I guess I'm back for more
And I don't do the back and forth
I just give em' what they askin' for
Only Mac I'll ever respect is Mac Miller
And let's face it, homie, you kinda more like Macklemore
Irrelevant as fuck, you won't make it for nothin'
And my response too good, like you should be grateful or somethin'
Like I'm Curry or somethin', I do you dirty or somethin'
Wings on my shoes, kinda like I'm Hermes or somethin'
Larry birdy or somethin', I mean the way that I been dunkin'
You been on my tip so much, I thought you'd be glad that I be comin'
Swerve in your lane, hit the rat, I'm servin' roadkill
If I don't get you back, I know my homie will

Talkin' bout a get-back, you need to get your bitch back
Pull up real fast, gave my neck a little whiplash
I ain't with the talkin', the DMs and the chit-chat
You a bitch and your bitch a hoe, that's a mix-match
White boy, honky, man, he lookin' like riff-raff
Dance on him, do the moonwalk, get your mic jacked
Growl when I'm lookin' at a hoe, cause I'm like that
That don't make sense
I don't care, I said I'm like that