PHASE

(Chorus)
Yea, no, not in the mood
No, not in the mood
No, not in the mood, (ooh-ahh)
No, not in the mood
No, not in the mood
No, not in the-
No, not in the mood
You know what I'm tryn' do
Who you tryn' lie to
Niggas don't like you
Stick gon' wanna fight you
Eat me like a hot chew, don't see it, you shooting what i do
Pursue the mission, he wit' my crew, 700 just for my tools

(Verse 1)
You know what I'm tryn' do
Who you tryn' lie to
Niggas don't like you
Stick gon' wanna fight you
Eat me like a hot chew, don't see it, you shooting what i do
Pursue the mission, he wit' my crew, 700 just for my tools
I don't know, i don't know, i don't know
I just see bottles on bottles and thots
Baby you whining and crying, baby you whining and crying too much
Duffel bag, feel like I'm hiding someone
I take a couple racks out every month
Why everybody just tryn' be someonе
Nigga I'm living they dying, on bro
Pull out the red, likе wisdom
Punch me a pack, i missed them
You doing bad, it's an issue
Tryna forget that i missed you
Tr-tryna forget that i was with you
Rip through the za' like some tissue
Don't be surprised if we hit you
Don't got no viser, the blitz do
I don't go no rivals, the stick do
Yea, he my nerves, just pockets, it's little
I'm on a purge, catch me with the hit crew
Up the bird and that demon won't miss you
He a tech God, beam on his pistol
Niggas dick-riding more than my bitch do
Off the gas bitch I'm stuck like a glitch do
If I'm doing some shit, keep it simple

(Chorus)
Yea, no, not in the mood
No, not in the mood
No, not in the mood, (ooh-ahh)
No, not in the mood
No, not in the mood
No, not in the-
No, not in the mood
You know what I'm tryn' do
Who you tryn' lie to
Niggas don't like you
Stick gon' wanna fight you
Eat me like a hot chew, don't see it, you shooting what i do
Pursue the mission, he wit' my crew, 700 just for my tools

(Verse 2)
He was all up in your shit, now you burnt
Now I'm falling with this bitch, I'm with her
Calling calling calling with no returns
Falling falling falling out of the burn
Yea, like the bridges that burn out the way
Yea I got hoes on hoes outa state
Yea I put rose on rose out the bank
No it ain't bout the rank, bitch I was born to stay
He can put dirt on my name, niggas be certified lames
Bitches was playing them games, now they peep the kid name
No this shit wasn't no phase, this is just how I was raised