MOOD

[Chorus]
Houston mood
Chop n screwed up
Gucci on me ou yah
You can never do that
Fuck it I came with the sauce
Fuck it I came with the sauce
Fuck it I came with the sauce
Fuck it I came with the sauce
Houston mood
Chop ‘n screwed up
Gucci on me ou yeah
Y'all can never do that
Thug life yeah
Mood
Hit em up, mood
Hit em up, mood
Hit em up, mood
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Dropping bombs over Baghdad
Outcast skully on, get the last laugh
Gat strapped up
Hash with tobacco
Smoke in the air, like in France
I’ll be back for it, yeah
Need the world in my passport, yeah
Had the molly in my Jansport, yеah
You a rookie in my crash course
Riding dirty Makaveli in my dashboard skrt
Fuck it blast at thе task force
Get the money get the bag get the Ralph Lauren
Punch a nigga in his face Rocky Balboa
Bands in the safe, bands in my damn soda
Look man I came with the wolves, steady invading the po
Keep my business on the low down
Here’s the hinges kicked the door down
Imitate I got my own sounds, Obiwan I got the force now
Only wanna get the Porsche now
I just wanna feel the horsepower
Go

[Chorus]
Houston mood
Chop n screwed up
Gucci on me ou yah
You can never do that
Fuck it I came with the sauce
Fuck it I came with the sauce
Fuck it I came with the sauce
Fuck it I came with the sauce
Houston mood
Chop n screwed up
Gucci on me ou yeah
Y'all can never do that
Thug life yah
Mood
Hit em up mood
Hit em up mood
Hit em up mood
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Glock in my Canada goose
Ready to murder like mook
Whipping this biddy gotta keep me zen
All of them switching like Bruce
Jenner penned it got vent it
How they sounding condescending
I was riding, poppin wheelies
Why the gotta plot against him
Pinching pennies flipping o’s
Sacrifices for the team
Where they running when it goes down, I can't let you intervene
Chief Keef with the beam
Boy I'm Drizzy with the fade
Billboard that's a hook
Makaveli with the Kay
Hit em up, mood
Hit em up, mood
Hit em up, mood
Bet it never make the news
Got ur biddy sending nudes
Settle down and let her choose
Oh you bought her Jimmy Choos
I can see it in mirror
She can see me in leer
I'm need another year
Murder ops, disappear
David Blaine, tat tears
A-one since day one
It's depressing when they change up
Still finessing can't change us
All that hating don't phase us

[Chorus]
Houston mood
Chop n screwed up
Gucci on me ou yah
You can never do that
Fuck it I came with the sauce
Fuck it I came with the sauce
Fuck it I came with the sauce
Fuck it I came with the sauce
Houston mood
Chop n screwed up
Gucci on me ou yeah
Y'all can never do that
Thug life yah
Mood
Hit em up, mood
Hit em up, mood
Hit em up, mood
Yeah