War Vet lyrics

[Intro]
Well, good luck, Ron
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody (Yeah)

[Verse]
Wake a b*tch up like a rest stop
b*tch, I move like a boss under pressure
We'll make a n*gga fold like a laptop
And I'll never fold like a desktop
He a ho, she made him sleep in the wet spot
Ain't no weight, he come around with his chest out
Keepin' up with the cap, get his hat c*cked
She suck di*k with her hands c*cked like Hanc*ck
I'm still with the same n*ggas from the sandbox
I been a big dog way before Sandlot
Aim at a n*gga head with the red dot
This a Nikon, it only shoot headshots
I took a flight to the Bay just to recharge
And I'm rollin' up skunk in a tree bark
n*ggas gotta hold an image like a PR
This baby TEC send him down to the ER
He on the 'net, n*gga livin' in the VR
Where I come from, you can't have a weak heart
And my teacher told me I wouldn't be smart
But I don't trust hoes, they retards
f*ck, I'm still standin' ten toes like a leotard
I told her I ain't tryna kick it, I ain't Leonard
But I can still paint a picture like Leonard
But I ain't talkin' 'bout DiCaprio
b*tch stink, she a baddy, though
I can't lie, she got a fatty, though
But I ain't tryna FaceTime, send an addy, though
I'm still up and I ain't even need an Addy, though
I make a old b*tch call a n*gga "Daddy-o"
While I'm countin' on the green like Luigi
I ain't never said this sh*t'll be easy
I'm outside with the squad like Recess
n*ggas f*ckin' up the game, hit reset
My boy ran through the clip, he don't need track
Ran through another clip, that's a heat check
He think he hot, cool him off with a ice pack
I go berserk and these n*ggas ain't like that
I took a break, then a n*gga came right back
The way I feel, I ain't never gotta type that
n*ggas be way too moody
But they don't do nothin' but talk like a poet
How you claim that you real? You don't show that
That's how n*ggas gettin' stretched like a 4X
I'm steppin' on a n*gga neck like a doormat
I'm startin' to think the .45 got Tourette's
We'll walk a n*gga down to his doorstep
And if you make it out the 'Raq, you a war vet
[Bridge]
If you make it out the 'Raq, you a war vet
Make it out of Chiraq, you a motherf*ckin' war vet
Make it out of Chicago, n*gga, you a war vet
Make it out of Chi-Town, you a motherf*ckin' war vet

[Chorus]
Be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody
n*ggas be way too moody

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah