Mood Swings Lyrics

Mood swings you know?

Bruh you know- you know what the fuck I'm talking 'bout

You feel me?

It just be little shit

Piss a nigga off

I'ma flash out, no problem

You know me

You know me cuh

Come on

VVS like mood rings

We on some new things

Can't say how I'm feeling right now

'Cause this choppa got mood swings

Right or wrong

No I ain't gone flop

Sorry lil baby

but this ain't a prop

Applying pressure and it ain't gone stop

Go dumb lil shawty, don't stop

Road running to the bag can't stop

Twin 28s come shop

If I sit on the pack, Imma spend the re-up

Niggas get 'round bitches feel the need to t-up

Leave me alone I need some spacing

Before the love & hate start changing places

Start acting different

Different situations

Imma bag-getter, different type of patience

Money talk so it speak for itself

Fuck a nigga and a handout (Fuck em)

I want it, I get it myself

She wanna play? Smooth

Okay

We gone slide 'bout that

Twin hoes, thing 1 thing 2

Fuck a Cat-in-the-hat

Was playing the field

Now I'm running the field

Never question real, I feel what I feel

Pray for lil woodie tripping off the pill

Back on top we king of the hill

We backing it up, we ain't looking for clout

If we bagging it up then we getting it out

He talking stupid we shutting his mouth

School teacher boy we signing him out

I'm solid no matter the case

I'm fucking the bitch no matter the race

In the back finna face

In the back finna get me some face

Loyalty bigger than space

So if you cross me you know that we ending the day

It's too much money to play

Been having plays 'fore a lil nigga was paid

VVS like mood rings

We on some new things

Can't say how I'm feeling right now

'Cause this choppa got mood swings

Right or wrong

No I ain't gone flop

Sorry lil baby

but this ain't a prop

Applying pressure and it ain't gone stop

Go dumb lil shawty, don't stop

Road running to the bag can't stop

(Yea, yea) Niggas ain't sliding 'bout that paper

But they sliding 'bout that bitch

DEA pressed me in the terminal but ain't scared to take the risk

You can pray for that shit all you want

Ain't falling off for shit

Cause Imma boss, yea I ain't taking no loss

I can really put shit on the cross

I'm really me, yea this shit ain't no gimmick

I'll show you this shit when we meet

And these hoes fucking all these niggas

They wanna beef with me

I show love to all these niggas

But you won't catch me on no knee

Ask them killers 'bout me

Ask them robbers 'bout me (yea, yea)

Ask yo bitch about me

Ask them hoes about me (yea, yea)

Ask yo homies 'bout me

They know 1Stop get to work

I done crossed path with all these folk

But I can't lie shawty this the worst

Hmmmmmm

I can't believe how this shit came

I count it 'til my thumb hurts

Hmmmmmm

I did this shit all by myself

You play I show you this bitch burst

I just tried to keep the peace

I ain't mean for shit to go like this

Like if you know me then you know how many hoes I hit

Too many be catching some feelings

Too many be catching a vibe

These 7.62s go through shit and I don't want you to be on the other side