Mood lyrics

by

DC The Don


[Intro]
(That's what I thought you said)
(Now let me offer this as a rebuttal)
Glocky with a drumma, it’ll make a n*gga backflip
Brodie got that AK with the Smithon, it’ll wax quick
I can’t wife a thotty, I’m too hotty, please relax b*tch
n*gga show yo' face, like Future said, remove yo' mask b*tch

[Chorus]
Glocky with a drumma, it’ll make a n*gga backflip
Brodie got that AK with the Smithon, it’ll wax quick
I can’t wife a thotty, I’m too hotty, please relax b*tch
n*gga show yo' face, like Future said, remove yo' mask b*tch
Glocky with a drumma, it’ll make a n*gga backflip
Brodie got that AK with the Smithon, it’ll wax quick
I can’t wife a thotty, I’m too hotty, please relax b*tch
n*gga show yo' face, like Future said, remove yo' mask b*tch

[Verse 1]
b*tches call me Daijy, f*ck Mercedes, cop that fast sh*t
f*ck you n*gga pay me, f*ck yo' status or that stash, b*tch
He can’t push his luck, Russian Roulette, get you a cast, b*tch
b*tch you f*cking for my f*cking clouty? Or my cash, b*tch?
I can’t f*ck with that sh*t
I'ma do the dash, b*tch
I got oppies, but I’m never worried and facts, b*tch
I can’t wife a gurbie, f*ck that birdie, she a wack, b*tch
All my jays is dirty, up that 30, make it clap, b*tch
n*ggas talking slick, who is this? f*ck yo' rag, b*tch
b*tch I’m number one, look at my coat, don’t touch my Raf, b*tch
They say I’m too skinny, but not really, I eat fat sh*t
My bro he came with me, f*ck the plotting, make it fast, b*tch
Lil bro gone get reckless, ayy
b*tch come out yo necklace, ayy
Shouldn’t have disrespected, ayy
Take him off the checklist, ayy
b*tch you talking sh*t, not doing sh*t, but we ain’t let it, ayy
b*tch you got the heat, ain’t shooting sh*t
I’m taking debit, ayy
Bad b*tch count my lettuce, ayy
She got money fetish, ayy
She got student loans, all her expenses hurt her credit, ayy
Bad b*tch named Alexis, ayy
Took her out that Lexus, ayy
She so grateful, she say she said she gone wake me up to breakfast, ayy
[Refrain]
Get the moolah, money tutor, f*ck a class, b*tch
Cooler, he a loser, yo' mans a crab, b*tch
Pay me, don’t degrade me, give me yo' last, b*tch
Crazy, you acting shady, show me that bag, b*tch

[Verse 2]
b*tch I’m in the club, f*ck yo hugs
(Can't show no love, b*tch)
When I’m in the Mil', I’m on the east
(Come say wassup, b*tch)
Let me clear my lungs (*Clears Throat*)
Go grab my gun, b*tch
Brodie off the bubs, but I just grub, don’t do no drugs, b*tch
Like, who gone take care of my OG if a n*gga OD?
I’m hooping, not passing the rock, I’m killing like the old me
I’m balling I left lone the eight, I’m feeling like I’m Kobe
It’s over, no Ayo and Teo, n*gga need a rollie

[Chorus]
Glocky with a drumma, it’ll make a n*gga backflip
Brodie got that AK with the Smithon, it’ll wax quick
I can’t wife a thotty, I’m too hotty, please relax b*tch
n*gga show yo' face, Like Future said, remove yo' mask, b*tch
Glocky with a drumma, it’ll make a n*gga backflip
Brodie got that AK with the Smithon, it’ll wax quick
I can’t wife a thotty, I’m too hotty, please relax b*tch
n*gga show yo' face, like Future said, remove yo' mask b*tch

[Verse 3]
Take me serious, b*tch, I’m curious, who came in last, b*tch?
Delirious, these n*ggas furious 'cause I’m too fast
So mysterious, I hope they hearing it, or I'ma blast, b*tch
They fearing it, these pussies tearing up, don’t make me mad, b*tch

[Refrain]
Get the moolah, money tutor, f*ck a class, b*tch
Cooler, he a loser, yo' mans a crab, b*tch
Pay me, don’t degrade me, give me yo' last, b*tch
Crazy, you acting shady, show me that bag, b*tch
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