Mood

Lyrics

[Intro] (I dont see how you can drive something crazy like that, man) Yeah, it's a mood Real Rx, yeah, yeah [Verse] Baby said, "Who you gon' walk in this bitch like today?" Walk in this bitch like I'm Flava Flav Busta Rhymes these big ass chains Get higher then Wiz on "Paper Planes" Bitch, I'm higher than a paper plane Shoot a nigga 'bout my chain like Gucci Mane These Cartiers, not Gucci frames Shootin' like the nigga on Notre Dame Bound to get soaked when you play in the rain Hundred round Drac', can you stand the reign? High as fuck like Max Payne Two guns on me like Max Payne Pop a 30 when I'm goin' through max pain Pull up, black Audi like Bruce Wayne Hit the corner, make that bitch swang She like, "Put that weed out, that shit stank" I walk in this bitch like the big bank I don't drink Yak, I sip drank Ben Wallace when I'm in the paint High as fuck when I'm in the bank Glick hit a nigga and his lil' cousin AR bigger than DeMarcus Cousins I dont wear YSL but, bitch, I'm thuggin' These niggas hatin' like Joe Budden I really could cook a controlled substance I really will serve you a whole onion I'm really in the Audi, hundred miles runnin' Sport mode, 150, I'm finna gun it If I gave you a hundred, you still couldn't be a hundred Chris Brown with the Glock make you runnin' Let me come in Baby Drac' sound like it's mumblin' When he got hit look like he started krumpin' It's springs in the floor, this bitch jumpin' Up the Glick if I see him jumpin' Punch you back-to-back like I'm punch in .556 go through a nigga crunches Auntie call me her pumpkin She owe me fifteen from a bundle She said, "Pap, let me slide, boy, I love you" When I'm in the hood, do what I wanna do Pistol on me, bitch, I'm comfortable Leave the Audi runnin' 'cause I'm comfortable It's Bloods on my block, I'm still comfortable Trey G pulled up in a Benz I told him let's race and get it in East Sleeze shootin' dice, told him, "Jump in" He said, "Fuck that, I rather hit licks" Whenever I'm in the hood, it get lit I wish a nigga would think I'ma lit Up the raw, bust you in ya shit Fuck 'em all, they can suck a dick Ballin' on these niggas like Vince Niggas move like Pac in Above the Rim Ballin' on these niggas above the rim Took off my white 1s and put on my Timbs Swag in my bag, this not drip I wake up and get fresh as shit These niggas wake up depressed as shit Tryna figure out the mess they in Me and my bitch go through domestic shit At the end of the day, my bitch is my bitch Niggas copy everything I did But real niggas know what the fuck it is