Not In The Mood lyrics

[Intro: Fivio Foreign]
Uh, yeah
Mm, baow

[Chorus: Lil Tjay & Fivio Foreign]
Really not in the mood right now
Hennessy got me boozed right now
Mama told me to stack my chips
Feelin' like I can't lose right now (Uh)
I see n*ggas keep playin' these games
They must got us confused right now
Straight to the top, this ain't never gon' stop (Uh, huh)
I got somethin' to prove right now (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
Yeah, look, this .40'll do it, huh (Baow)
It don't even matter who shootin', huh (Nah)
They gettin' mad at the movement, huh (Uh)
You got a problem what we doin'? (Uh)
I saw n*ggas love, huh (I saw n*ggas love)
And I saw n*ggas hate, huh (And I saw n*ggas hate)
I thought n*ggas real (I thought n*ggas real)
But I know n*ggas fake (Grrt, baow)
Look, .45 is on the waist, huh (Huh)
If they come, I do the chase (Skrrt)
I couldn't breathe, runnin' from the jakes (Nah)
I almost gave up every other day, huh, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
We made a way, huh (We made a way)
We not the same, we never relate (Nah)
This is big food for the plate
They tell me go drill, I never debate (Grrt, baow)
[Verse 2: Lil Tjay]
I keep a knocker, I ain't come to play
n*ggas be suckin' on me like they gay
But let someone run up on me, I'ma spray
I got a green dot on my pole
Still finna hit him if he run away
I heard a couple hunnid on my soul
But they see me and look the other way
I don't promote but heavy on the gang sh*t
If you think I'm lackin', then you brainless
Hunnid K up on my neck
A n*gga try to front and I'ma make him famous
Otherwise, I ain't finna entertain it
You should get the picture I done painted
I don't go nowhere without my stainless
They know my body, I be movin' dangerous

[Chorus: Lil Tjay & Kay Flock]
Really not in the mood right now
Hennessy got me boozed right now
Mama told me to stack my chips
Feelin' like I can't lose right now
I see n*ggas keep playin' these games
They must got us confused right now
Straight to the top, this ain't never gon' stop
I got somethin' to prove right now (Grrt, baow)
[Verse 3: Kay Flock]
DOA, we got the city on lock (City on lock)
Backdoor season, better have your knocks (Grrah, baow)
In my whip
Still get shot with your b*tch if you like it or not (If you like it or not)
Like, lace your kicks, don't run, don't trip when I walk in the spot, like (Don't run, don't trip)
Got the drop, you get smacked with the pole for thinkin' that he hot, like (pus*y)
I'm with Setty (Like), ayo Fivi' (Fivi'), where the wettys? (Where the wettys?)
He tried to run in the store (Like), I ain't showin' remorse (Grrah), he get shot in the deli (Grrah)
Faceshot, no belly
Layup, no jelly
I know they mad that they freed me
I ran up a milli', know they should've kept me (Grrah, grrah-grrah)

[Chorus: Lil Tjay, Fivio Foreign & Kay Flock]
Really not in the mood right now (Nah)
Hennessy got me boozed right now (Grrt, baow)
Mama told me to stack my chips (Baow)
Feelin' like I can't lose right now (Grrt)
I see n*ggas keep playin' these games (Baow)
They must got us confused right now (Uh)
Straight to the top, this ain't never gon' stop (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I got somethin' to prove right now (Grrt, baow)

[Outro: Fivio Foreign]
Hahaha
Ayy, y'all f*ckin' with them n*ggas?
Grrt, baow
Hahaha