Mood

Shit, I ain't been in the mood to rap Nah, I ain't been in the mood to rap Shit, you know all I do is trap Damn, she cute, still hit from the back I ain't been in the mood to rap Nah, I ain't been in the mood to rap I'm just tryna move these packs Any nigga fuckin' with that Then we suitin' all black My nigga Nate got the mack I got the bag Told him, watch my back & these niggas get whacked If they thinkin' it's that All this designer mismatch And he can't get his bitch back I hate when niggas say They wanna whole thing, & get half I hate when bitches brag Like they pussy that and it's trash Niggas broke, that's a joke They gon' make me laugh She want me to put it in her throat I'ma make her gag That shit ain't nothin' but some pape To get a nigga erase That shit ain't nothin' but a bill I get a thrill eating steak I got money in my schedule, nigga I can't be late She want me to put it on her face I was gon' do that anyway I smell like a pound But I only got a eighth in the place You don't move & your name Don't hold no wait I don't believe most these rappers Cause I know they fake I'm laughin' to the bank Fur mink, feel like Frank Shit, I ain't been in the mood to rap Nah, I ain't been in the mood to rap Shit, you know all I do is trap Damn, she cute, still hit from the back I ain't been in the mood to rap Nah, I ain't been in the mood to rap I'm just tryna move these packs Any nigga fuckin' with that Then we suitin' all black