Mood

[Verse 1: Beige Delight]
I said, I said, I said, I said, bitch
I do not fuck with your attitude
Who the fuck else are you talking to
I need the latitude longitude
I finna see what you gonna do
Talking that shit in the interlude
I'm not in the mood, I said
I'm not in a mood (x3)
I said, yeah
I'm not in a mood (x3)

[Verse 2: Facto]
I ain't fucking with your vibe
I ain't finna wait all night
Said you coming thru at nine, yeah
But I knew that you was lying
I got voices in my head, telling me that she is dead
But my heart is saying otherwise
You know she alive
Sip that drink and I can socialize
Just forget the lies
But, y'know that I'mma lose my mind, I might lose my mind
Lost my focus and I lost track of time
I just need to smoke a little bit of pack
Then I realized that all this shit is whack

[Hook: Beige Delight]
Lil bitch, lil bitch, lil bitch
Knock up on the wood and get the pitch
Lil bitch, lil bitch, lil bitch
Hunnid fifty racks like a snitch

[Verse 2: Facto]
Told the bitch what I meant
All the shit that I said, now she rolling with me
Zoning all of these streets
Two can play at that game
I got like twenty bitches on me
And I can swerve right outta that lane
I copped like thirty pounds of that tree
Smoking all of my thoughts out
Right before I just rock out
Fit, super clean
Take a bottle with me
And I might take a sip of that lean
Cause this might be the night that I fiend
Looking to lose myself in that dream

[Bridge: Beige Delight]
But y'know I'mma lose my mind, I might lose my mind
Smoking spice until I run out of thyme
I warned you twice, but now you just crossed the line
I warned you twice, but now you just crossed the

[Hook: Facto]
Lil bitch, lil bitch, lil bitch
What the fuck is you on, lil bitch
Coulda hopped up in the whip, if you lit
Coulda really been my bitch, off rip

[Verse 3: Beige Delight & Facto]
Rolling in the coup, I don't know where the roof is
Sipping out this flask, don't know what the proof is
Y'know I got that foreign whip, you know I got the civic
Y'know I got that foreign bitch, I think she might be british
Smoking all of my thoughts out
Right before I just rock out
Fit, super clean
Take a bottle with me
And I might take a sip of that lean
Cause this might be the night that I fiend
Looking to lose myself in that dream