mood. Lyrics

Late night summer at the crib

Yeah, we did what we did

We was fucking til the sun came up

Yeah, I was putting dick in her ribs

And she know I ain't shit

When I dipped, man she ain't say nothing

And I know that she won't trip on me

Cause she got a lot of feels for me

And I know she keep it real with me

So it makes me feel bad when I gotta do her bad

But that's just how it is

Make that money, i'ma spend it on you shorty

I can flip it on you shorty,

Make me tip it on your shorty, let's go

I don't be drinking but i'm tripping at this party

Yeah, i'm slipping at this party

Catch me slipping at this party?

Oh no, impossible

Where you want to go after here?

I don't like the vibes around here

I know, you love the flow

If you ain't gonna stand ten toes, then I think you gotta go

Baby, where the lighter at? I gotta cruise

I don't like the niggas around here

Fucking up my mood

Your ass fat like your jeans, yeah I gotta keep it true

Might have to go and punch that nigga

Make that boy lose a tooth

Baby, where the lighter at? I gotta cruise

I don't like the niggas around here

Fucking up my mood

Your ass fat like your jeans, yeah I gotta keep it true

Might have to go and punch that nigga

Make that boy lose a tooth

They act like I don't be in my bag

And I'm still the type known to make these niggas mad

I let them trip dawg

Cause these niggas'll never ever catch me slip dawg

I run around in the mall with your bitch dawg

We get them pissed off, that's the way we like it

My boys keep them blicks dawg, ain't no time for fighting

You can't tell me shit dawg

If you snitching then you flying

That's the real truth, spit it in the booth

Look between these red eyes, tell me you don't see a lost soul

Not talking that Baby Keem

But my life end up too cold

They love me and hate me, it's too bad i'm a baller

Changed my number so I wouldn't be tempted to call her

I got to go in

I got to get money for my baby and my friends

Family, that's real

I'm too tempted to kill, I do not care about how you feel

Please do not fuck up my mood because my niggas down to drill

Baby, where the lighter at? I gotta cruise

I don't like the niggas around here

Fucking up my mood

Your ass fat like your jeans, yeah I gotta keep it true

Might have to go and punch that nigga

Make that boy lose a tooth

Baby, where the lighter at? I gotta cruise

I don't like the niggas around here

Fucking up my mood

Your ass fat like your jeans, yeah I gotta keep it true

Might have to go and punch that nigga

Make that boy lose a tooth

I been crying a lot

Whip up the pot

Can't stay on the block

Got me feeling like I'm about to drop

Nowadays I cannot trust a soul cause everybody an opp

They only call me to get out their

Situation, situation

Situation, situation

Get out situation

Situation, situation, situation

Get out situation

16 missed calls like I'm Brent, I'm not gon call back none of them

Hit my phone with paragraphs

My only reply is "I'm done"

And i'm sick of crying

Sick of hoes saying they love me, but lying

Sick of suicidal thoughts, my mental about to pop

I'm so tired of wishing of dying

Don't treat me like the other ones

That's all I ask

I gotta go and do a show to get some cash

She love to say she my biggest fan, girl don't you cap

She wasn't lying, she loves all my raps

Ain't used to the genuine love, that's a fact

I been crying a lot

Whip up the pot

Can't stay on the block

Got me feeling like I'm about to drop

Nowadays I cannot trust a soul cause everybody an opp

They only call me to get out their

Situation, situation

Situation, situation

Get out situation

Situation, situation, situation

Get out situation

Two phone shorty like I'm Keem

Android or iPhone, I still hate to let it ring

I don't answer once and niggas love to say

"Yo Steph, you green"

And it be the same niggas that swear they part of my team, oh no

I hate doing this music shit, really

Cause that's all these niggas be using me for

And my bitch said she miss me

Well, show me you miss me or else I am hitting the door

And I don't got that much female friends

Cause the last one I had was out being a whore

Grandma passed, life just hate me to the core

I can't be social no more, no, no

I been crying a lot

Whip up the pot

Can't stay on the block

Got me feeling like I'm about to drop

Nowadays I cannot trust a soul cause everybody an opp

They only call me to get out their

Situation, situation

Situation, situation

Get out situation

Situation, situation, situation

Get out situation