NOT IN THE MOOD ft. YIK.Ravi & JRD Alm1ghty Lyrics

Yeah, kid sim told me to get on the mic and had some fun, so that's exactly what we're gonna do

I'm in that mode again

I'm in that mode again, man

Yuh

No, I ain't really in the mood

But if you wanna beef, you finna lose

Cutthroat when I'm in the booth

Mic choke when I'm off the ducé

Mic check, one, two

Counted hundreds, fingers blue

Heat check, shooters shoot

This my life, ain't nothin' new

Yeah, this my life, ain't nothin' new

Jump into it, no parachute

But this pair of shoes gone leave him stumbling

Size 'em up like a 22

You had the chance, but then you fumbled it

And honestly, there's no excuse

If you did what I do and you been where I been

You see why my crew through the roof

Alright

If you wanna elevate

I hit the gas in the booth and I levitate

Hop in the ring, I put him on the ropes

Imma swing for the fence, and treat him like a featherweight

I ain't gone wait on nobody for now

I need it, I got it, can't have it no other way

You wanna move, then get off your ass and go get it

Stop thinking about what you did yesterday

Or what you coulda done

(shh)

Revise and reflect, don't dwell on the past

Got in that mode again, I got blast

My name ringing bells like I'm late for my class

Yeah

I'm pushing P, like I'm packin' a bag

Pull up to the store, put the pack in the bag

Seen him again like a week before last

Not in the mood

(I'm not in the mood)

Not in the mood

(No way)

I'm not in the mood

I'm not in the mood

I'm not in the mood

(No)

Not in the mood

Not in the mood

(Naaa)

We not in the mood

We not in the

No, I ain't really in the mood

But if you wanna beef, you finna lose

Cutthroat when I'm in the booth

Mic choke when I'm off the ducé

Mic check, one, two

Counted hundreds, fingers blue

Heat check, shooters shoot

This my life, ain't nothin' new

(Ah, ah, ah)

Yeah, nothing new

I just made me a lil' 50 piece

I done put the money on the pedestal

I don't really give a fuck, man, what they sayin

Open the door and it's Yik, man

Yeah, you know that he just get to sprayin

Yeah, you know that he just get to sprayin

He just get to sprayin, yuh, yuh

Know that he just get to sprayin

Yeah you know he's the yik-man and you know that he just get to sprayin

I just be talking, but when I pull up

And I step in the building, I'm causing a scene

I had a memory back when I had nothing going

And that shit is scary to see

Puffin' and passin' the whip, he be drivin' and flyin

And that, bro, is higher than me

Glitch in the system, I think it's a glitch in the system

They say I got million streams

Bruh

Lil' homie like, where do you be

Now that we dripping in motion

You want a lil' piece of the pot, but it's bigger than me

Huh

Stare at the ceiling, yeah I had to stare at the ceiling to clear out my head

I put the chain with the sun on the switch up the vibe with the gas and that shit got me glued to the bed

I'm not in the mood for this shit

Said he got gas, but I know he not moving that shit

I got a stu in the whip and in the crib

There ain't no rules to this shit

I keep a light in my pocket for all the times that you actin' too cool for this shit

I'm in the whip and I floor it yeah

I had to floor it, no time, had to dip on that bitch

No, I ain't really in the mood

But if you wanna beef, you finna lose

Cutthroat when I'm in the booth

Mic choke when I'm off the ducé

Mic check, one, two

Counted hundreds, fingers blue

Heat check, shooters shoot

This my life, ain't nothin' new