Mood Switch

Lyrics

[Verse 1: BabyTron] My wrist, that's your salary Bitch, we'll pull up swingin' sticks like a Valkyrie You won't catch the the kid up in the middle, you can't Malcolm me My CPN name Danny, hit the lot and tell 'em Phantom me (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) I'll walk out with a quarter-ticket just so casually At the exotic store (Damn, JakeSand), huh At the exotic pop store, I told them boys, "White Peach Fanta" me In the deep, I'm kinda hard to find, I'm like a manatee You ever found a thousand in your laundry randomly? How the fuck is you a scammer? Every time you jam, it freeze You say you eatin' good, what I imagine's Applebee's Lawyers, they just want they monеy, finna pay the shackle fees Knock the corе up out your apple if you try to grapple me If you seen what I been through, it's no way you'd be mad at me I can do a verse in five minutes, song in fifteen Still undefeated, y'all boys lookin' like the sick siege Stone Island breaker on me, had to check the wind speed ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Miltia, let's get it [Verse 2: TrDee] With the gravediggers, they got first-class trips to Heaven Hit her after me, that bitch a blunt, or like sloppy seconds I could wake up bitches, bless a bitch, I feel like a reverend No cap, ShittyBoyz shit, man Before we leave the game, I bet they call our ass the greatest Shit be crazy, I remember when they used to hate us I'ma have to ball until they put me in them cages Bad-ass bitch, lightskin with some braces Back against the wall, I was still ten toes Bitch think she bad, but she is not that cold We'll put some cheese on 'em like some nachos Only 'cause he wanted beef like some tacos Young G.O.A.T. status, I might just go buy a farm She knew who I was soon as she seen me and my charm SBDSM, might get it tatted on my arm Niggas sleepin', I'ma wake 'em up like a alarm [Verse 3: StanWill] Tuh, boy, run with the militia, we strapped like the army You can't hit my solo cup, bitch, it's Act', not Bacardi Seen himself get shot through mirror tints, I up strap in my Cartis Huh, like, huh, bet I finish you All these model bitches in my DM, I can't pick and choose Goin' up against the gang, boy, you was meant to lose They keep sayin' it's a dirty game, I had to bend the rules Like, brodie deep up in that water, DZ horsin' opps Run around like the Olympic, bet we torch the block If you ain't first, to me, you last, is you gon' score or not? Tryna take this shit up to the moon, I can't afford to stop Neck cost a new whip, buffs, sixty blue strips Better tighten up, we keep tools for them loose lips Bro can't even think, he confused on a shroom trip Glocky got an, "Uh" on the back, in case my mood switch