Mood

[Intro]
It's lando yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go nigga!

[Verse]
Tell them niggas shut the fuck up, fo real (Shut the fuck up!)
B' done bossed up on the wrong nigga get killed for it
We ain't the ones, with none of that bullshit that y'all been on
None of that bullshit that y'all been doin'
Anything a street nigga went through I done been through it
Keep stepping on that work, you know we still gym shoe it
Fuck them hoes, ran through em, ran through em
Packs gone, ran through em, we ran through em!
This that shit that we get into
Nigga, go end up dead or we get into it
We pull them choppers out, we tryna kill
We won't up that bitch unless it's real
Ain't no fake smoke
We give out halos
This ain't Halo, bitch that game ain't have no dracos
It ain't no game hoe, we ain't go play roles
Point snap like Fabo, killas at my say-so
Shooters at my leisure, make em have a seizure
Big ape like Caesar
Money in my pocket look like chicken salad caesar
In Cali smokin' ether, you can't fuck with me neither
He can't fuck with me either
Let us catch a nigga while he lacking we gone drop some
We gone go up top or somethin'
Don't think we not nothin'
I still been block running, that AR still a plot twister
My spot still rocks in em, hit em in the head if he not listenin'
You ain't good everywhere you say, bitch we be down the way
We be out the way, shoot a nigga if he in the way
That EA top side, I'm in the game
I made me a name, I trap me a chain
Gettin' high I spent a prezzy plain
That's in the last two months, on God that shit ain't insane
I have squad pull up right now, how you tryna play em
We a pull a pistol out in public, won't hesitate to spray it
It's premeditated especially if hoe niggas in here hatin'
Ain't nobody rap beefing with dog
Bitch I'm trap beefing with the law
Million dollar meetings with bosses
Want my bag bitch at all costs
It's my time to win, I took losses
Niggas I had love for cross me
Still act like love for when I off em, bitch I'm cuttin' up
Make a hundred, stack a hundred, yeah, put it up!
Make another hundred real quick, Fuck it up!
Bitch I made a whole hundred this year in the month of love
Only 28 days in February I know I can run it up!
Bitch them facts, I got racks
Whole outfit from Saks, just to hit the road and rap
Dior this, Dior that
Fuck his bitch, little hoe a rat
Opp nigga son wanna be gang, grow yo shit out nigga
Gon' get dreads soon as you grown, I'mma blow yo shit out nigga
I'm him not them, I'mma get M's, we gon' shit on niggas
So much cheese I'll put about 50 bricks on niggas!