phase

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, no, not in the mood No, not in the mood No, not in the mood, (Ooh-ahh) No, not in the mood No, not in the mood No, not in the— No, not in the mood You know what I'm tryn' do Who you tryn' lie to Niggas don't like you Stick gon' wanna fight you Eat me like a hot chew, don't see it, you shooting what I do Pursue the mission, he wit' my crew, 700 just for my tools [Verse 1] You know what I'm tryn' do Who you tryn' lie to Niggas don't like you Stick gon' wanna fight you Eat me like a hot chew, don't see it, you shooting what I do Pursue the mission, he wit' my crew, 700 just for my tools I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I just see bottles on bottles and thots Baby you whining and crying, baby you whining and crying too much Duffel bag, feel like I'm hiding someone I take a couple racks out every month Why everybody just tryn' be someone Nigga I'm living they dying, on bro Pull out thе red, like wisdom Punch me a pack, I missеd them You doing bad, it's an issue Tryna forget that I missed you Tr-tryna forget that I was with you Rip through the za' like some tissue Don't be surprised if we hit you Don't got no viser, the blitz do I don't go no rivals, the stick do Yeah, he my nerves, just pockets, it's little I'm on a purge, catch me with the hit crew Up the bird and that demon won't miss you He a tech God, beam on his pistol Niggas dick-riding more than my bitch do Off the gas bitch I'm stuck like a glitch do If I'm doing some shit, keep it simple [Chorus] Yeah, no, not in the mood No, not in the mood No, not in the mood, (Ooh-ahh) No, not in the mood No, not in the mood No, not in the— No, not in the mood You know what I'm tryn' do Who you tryn' lie to Niggas don't like you Stick gon' wanna fight you Eat me like a hot chew, don't see it, you shooting what I do Pursue the mission, he wit' my crew, 700 just for my tools [Verse 2] He was all up in your shit, now you burnt Now I'm falling with this bitch, I'm with her Calling calling calling with no returns Falling falling falling out of the burn Yeah, like the bridges that burn out the way Yeah I got hoes on hoes outa state Yeah I put rose on rose out the bank No it ain't 'bout the rank, bitch I was born to stay He can put dirt on my name, niggas be certified lames Bitches was playing them games, now they peep the kid name No this shit wasn't no phase, this is just how I was raised