Mood

Follow me now yo cut wrist
Let's make a deal I want yo soul
I promise you won't gret shit
Take yo pain bring hell all up on this world
I got you trust me don't say nothing
This our secret now you cursed
Go fuck shit up put that on gang
Now we gon get it
Get it Get it

Niggas doubted me I ran up my numbers
I fucked up the game then I flushed down the rubber
You niggas been bitches could tell by his structure
Been hot in the winter iced out in the summer
Niggas betta know what a nigga been bout let nigga talk bulletholes in mouf lemme stop
I'ma bring hell while bitch give me top what's the problem slap a nigga like Chris rock
Oh damn
Spin in suburbans the windows tinted catch a nigga in person
If he ain't dead we reversing opp dead when we lurking
Bad bitch she gon slurp it
Niggas trynna get knocked off they feet shot till my arm break off for the three
Geeked off the pills with bad bitch taking my D

Look I ain't finna get in mood niggas want the old me
To bad!
Niggas don't know what I been through
Looses screw got the mac with chop don't make the wrong move
Gunnas in back strapped up let it boom
Fuck 12 skirt off
Hellcat go zoom
I ain't finna go back bust back nigga shoot
We been demons big steppers gon run up on you
I ain't finna get in my mood
I ain't finna get mad
Let gang split wigs bust caps
Can't do it like me
Had to do my lil dance
Two step in bitch with her ass in my hand
Sold my soul for this shit I don't really need it back
I don't know don't ask this shit wasn't planned
LA what I bang y'all know where I'm at
Homicides every day pray my gun don't jam

Ay!

Got this bitch screaming out papi
Feeling like chapo fuck the feds trynna stop me
Niggas gon die if a nigga wanna try me
No lie got bitches w bitches like siamese
Like woah
Give me throat
Make her drop to floor
Double back on a bitch fuck you thought you a hoe
Never trust no bitch if god said so
I'm real nigga finna pass that bitch to my bro

If you knew what I seen I'm going straight to hell
Bodies and bodies we drop me quick it don't ring a bell?
I'll never snitch on gang rather die in hell
Demons all around my body this ain't show and tell
Fully equipped with clips and sticks
Make a nigga feel the pain I bring I bring hell
Switch up flows I got some shit to tell chops off heads like the cartel

But!

Creep out really been with the bullshit
Gang shit make a nigga fiend off the potion
Ice on my neck got these niggas sick Covid
Bitch I'm the one like a nigga been chosen
Got a bad bitch with bitch need four of em
Got Tecz in this bitch glock nine's what we toting
You niggas been bitches gang really got motion
I ain't finna go back blockside been the gang bitch



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Writer(s): David Ortiz
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