Mood

Lyrics

I'm ridin through the city just peeking behind the tint Word around town a nigga then sent a hit I hope that he don't miss cause it's a 100 rounds i this clip Put Holes all in his body that nigga look like a fence Let me tell you bout my case ima tell you how I got caught Yeah I stuck to the plan yeah it really wasn't my fault Driver was just a pussy an I ain't know he was soft Hop out an hit the lick he heard shootin an pulled off No codefendant I ain't snitchin I find myself down the road Niggas left me for dead an won't even answer the phone Can't wait til I touch down and get my hands on a pole It's niggas on my list and they dying when I come home Now Idk how it feel when you wake up an you a bitch But I know how it feels when you real and you wake up rich Niggas you bet not slip I hope you don't think you slick Only reason you still breathing is money made me forget I caught cases back to back so I didn't know how to act I be tweaking off thedrugs I be trippin when I off act He a gangsta out inpublic but I court he turn to rat Pussy scared to go to jail cause my felons gon take his snacks When I tell you I got shooters I promise you I don't be playin A savage with that Glock ima shoot if it touch my hand Future told me I'm like pac and I took that shit to the head Cause I don't bite my tongue when it come to my mind I say it Sneak dissin on the net but he lackinwhen he come in person As soon as he get killed niggas say he didn't deserve it Crying on the gram niggas sayin it wasn't worth it So fuck ya dead homies and the niggas who merked em They gone think it's sweet but I keep some shit up my sleeve Don't care if you a G cause you bleed just like how I bleed I run up in his house and I make him plead on his knees Mind was made up before I came so he dying before I leave Money loyalty murder so we live by the gun It ain't nothin I wouldn't give to make it back how it was Yeah I'm heartless but it's love for all the crips and the bloods An if a nigga cross me I'll leave him crippled in blood Yeah I'm posted at his spot and as soon As the door open I'm in the trash can I jump out an I start blowin Thought shit was a game he was lackin he wasn't focused Mask on gloves on nobody a ever notice No you ain't a boss you more like a mascot Let 'EM try to run and they catching these back shots Shootin for the head so what can that vest stop That 44 on my hip and I sling it like Prescott A nigga worth a ticket you see I'm still in these trenches All this jewelry on me a diamond won't come up missin Gang don't play about me you scratch me and niggas drillin Niggas with the plugs I'm just the one with extensions I used to be the shooter now niggas gon shoot for me They hating like I'm fog but nigga this really me Say it to my face and I promise you he gone see I ain't freezing up like I'm Jody I finish him like I'm P Need a rider like cause these bitches is hella fake Need a bitch that ain't goin play grab my gun an let it spray If you disrespect my gang I'm a send you to heavens gate Bitch that Draco get to singing it sounds like Kevin Gates I'm ridin through the city just peeking behind the tint Word around town a nigga then sent a hit I hope that he don't miss cause it's a 100 rounds i this clip This my codiene confessions I'm clutching it while I sip Yeah yeah