Mood

[Spoken Intro]
You know what I mean, man
They ain’t getting it like I am
Aha, yeah, promise (man)
It’s 10:55 in the morning on a Friday (yes it is)
And I’m not doing a damn thing
I gotta tell you something

[Verse 1]
I’mma tell you how I really did
Slipped through with the silver, no tent
3-pointed star, got your girl up in the car
Ripping on broadway in the broad day
Girl, we fucking on your daddy’s couch
You scream my name like “watch your mouth, watch your mouth”
That’s gotta be some type of sin
You got my back like “get it in, get it in”
Ay, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do
Pulling hair, you lick between your two front teeth
Just you and me
The energy you got is something like a goddess
But even when you don’t got it you still find [?]
Pineapple juice, got that from up in the tube
Mother told me who go good for you
Yeah, it’s going right down
Put your ass on the dance floor
Want to see you twirl
One time for me
One time for me
I just had to check you out
Had to see if you was fine for me
I know I’m fine for you, yeah
I knew it from the first conversation
No makeup, some lipstick, your hair did and that’s it
That’s it (uh)
That’s it (yeah)
That’s it (listen)

[Verse 2]
Imma take you to this party
Lowkey you can be comfortable
My friends are there
The speed limit post it says 65
We going at least double, now that’s trouble
Cause she didn’t say slow down one time
Shorty must be out of mind
It’s all good cause I love her
It’s all good cause I’m out of mind
Pull up to the spot and the whole team there
Never asked the plug if the whole thing there
If he’s square, then I’m square, and that’s straight
If you ain’t here, then you ain’t square
And that ain’t straight with me
I been posted up, not been stressing shit
Why would I be stressing it?
When I get to it, I get to it
My torch flame lit on Olympic shit
I be suited up, I be on my business thing
And my boy hit the gas one time
His tires be whipping up Route 9
Strong with the super charger and the caddy too
Make him more thirsty than the lips on Kylie do
Good life vision, tryna get my cash flow up
Like my dad, I don’t call him that
But I’m sure he was chopping up in the kitchen
Tryna get cheddar, or get highs whatever
I just don’t get down like that, it’s whatever
11PM thoughts got me thinking bigger, better
Yeah, well I guess that’s subjective
So keep on, keep living reckless
Who am I to judge
Slid in the AMG with the buzz
When’s the last time I studded up
Fuck, I gotta give me another one
Yup, I gotta give me another one
I lost traction, heartbeat racing
Seems like ages, now he’s ‘bout to be home
Been a long time waiting
Hope y’all ready for it
Just be patient
We about to fuck this game up crazy
Y’all basic
Whole fucking crib full of girlies naked
We got the situation
I’d be goddamn if I let you take it, face it (face it)