Mood lyrics

[Intro]
It's lando yo b*tch know, don't let yo b*tch go n*gga!

[Verse]
Tell them n*ggas shut the f*ck up, fo real (Shut the f*ck up!)
B' done bossed up on the wrong n*gga get killed for it
We ain't the ones, with none of that bullsh*t that y'all been on
None of that bullsh*t that y'all been doin'
Anything a street n*gga went through I done been through it
Keep stepping on that work, you know we still gym shoe it
f*ck them hoes, ran through em, ran through em
Packs gone, ran through em, we ran through em!
This that sh*t that we get into
n*gga, go end up dead or we get into it
We pull them choppers out, we tryna kill
We won't up that b*tch unless it's real
Ain't no fake smoke
We give out halos
This ain't Halo, b*tch 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 f*ck with me neither
He can't f*ck with me either
Let us catch a n*gga 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, b*tch we be down the way
We be out the way, shoot a n*gga 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 sh*t 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 n*ggas in here hatin'
Ain't nobody rap beefing with dog
b*tch I'm trap beefing with the law
Million dollar meetings with bosses
Want my bag b*tch at all costs
It's my time to win, I took losses
n*ggas I had love for cross me
Still act like love for when I off em, b*tch I'm cuttin' up
Make a hundred, stack a hundred, yeah, put it up!
Make another hundred real quick, f*ck it up!
b*tch I made a whole hundred this year in the month of love
Only 28 days in February I know I can run it up!
b*tch them facts, I got racks
Whole outfit from Saks, just to hit the road and rap
Dior this, Dior that
f*ck his b*tch, little hoe a rat
Opp n*gga son wanna be gang, grow yo sh*t out n*gga
Gon' get dreads soon as you grown, I'mma blow yo sh*t out n*gga
I'm him not them, I'mma get M's, we gon' sh*t on n*ggas
So much cheese I'll put about 50 bricks on n*ggas!