Mood Lyrics

She a baddie met her at the workplace

I'm trying to fuck don't care about your first name

I'm getting money I could buy a bottle

But I want to be the only thing you sallow

You look so good why you not a model

Kill from the back now I need a towel

You let me fuck and then you went ghost

The pussy was fire the matta was gross

You call my phone when I'm on the road

When I'm back in the towns can I get in your throat

Travel the world and i meet new hoes

They let me fuck cause they know I'm gone blow

Fuck this bitch and I made a new flow

She said come through my nikka not home

Got to watch who you trust you would never know

If this bitch try to line me I'm upping my pole

Red beam on his head he thought it was a mole

Once I start flocking you better get low

She fuck with the opps still gone give me the low

She ain't shaking no hips cause she toting my g

We ain't drinking no casa we pouring up lean

Pour a six in a two now I'm in a dream

Her friend got a Chevy she kick it to me

Like damn that's the type of bitch I need

If I'm getting money we all gone eat

Like young trap nikka i'ma put on my team

Shoutout the six got shooters in queens

They get you gone for a little fee

I'm flocking bro rip Kal g

if you talk on the blazer that's who you gone meet

I don't got no friends only fucking wit my feens

He still gone cop no matter the weed