Issa Mood

[Intro]
PJ Pipe It Up Cuz

[Chorus: Headie One]
Told that shawty she can't touch but she can't look
Back your donny, know this nigga don't play by the book
I been out years, I gotta get it how I should
VVS on me it's a mood
Me no love the winner, loose the roof
Man need some mink fur on me prrrr
Stuff that auto in a 4-door, then I skrr
Fortune and I richest cos I could

[Verse 1: Headie One]
We ain't do no talking we just shh-shh
Wonder why our friends turn on me
I say hmm-hmm
Dual barrel with my brode they say su-su
Keep on fuckree and she love it
Got this figure on me, she's a fruit
When they just want something to hold on too
This fresher than a Siri make her mumble
We play but now we play 1-2's

[Verse 2: Not3s]
I've been countin', been countin' it
VVS shining, they go blind if they doubting it
Made some bands today so tonight I'm allowed the set
Babe come sex on me
Babe come flex on me
I know my bro form long time, you just found your set
We tighter than them jeans on the towie we set
Don't get lost by the wave or you'll drown in it
Babe come flex on me
Babe come sex on me
Dancing diamonds be the mood
Dancing girls in the room
This ain't no regular life
Plenty shawties to choose
Headie One, I don't know which one to choose
They just want me to make em buss like what we do to choose too
Stack that paper till the money can't fold up
Supergirls in supercars doing donut
Big buds in the ting
This ain't no dargs
We didn't chose this life, it chose us

[Chorus: Headie One]
Told that shawty she can't touch but she can't look
Back your donny, know this nigga don't play by the book
I been out years, I gotta get it how I should
VVS on me it's a mood
Me no love the winner, loose the roof
Man need some mink fur on me prrrr
Stuff that auto in a 4-door, then I skrr
Fortune and I richest cos I could

[Verse 3: Headie One]
I done a split on a stored
Free all bro's, I would if I could
We over dem sides with a broom
If dem boys der start acting like fools
Love for all my juvees
All of these clips like a movie
Dis ain't me, real talk thats me thats Loubs
They want me have nothing to lose
Cos they know this (oh) nigga cruel (cool)
We hit those in those targets and those girls, ohh-uhh
We dem young niggas winning, it's a mood