Mood Switch (feat. Stoutboy Tae)

I'm tired of all these niggas I'm tired of all these hoes They say they got yo back but you know how that story goes Niggas a turn they back on you for some extra pros Just to get even with you bitches out here selling souls That shit be terrible too sick for theraflu Like how you turn yo back on a nigga that once took care of you Baby I'm uncomparable promise my heart repairable You push me to the cliff my baby that ain't what Claire a do I'm talking Huxtable I can't even f*ck with you Beating up that pussycat only time that I'm stuckwitu Baby I put my trust in you giving up was a must for you I bet you think of me every time that nigga touching you But you'll be feeling me what happened to our chemistry Say you rather be friends with me pride stronger than Hennessy Mixed with negative energy smoking was a tendency But drinking was my remedy get Off my head like Kennedy I'm tired of all these niggas I'm tired of all these hoes They say they got yo back but you know how that story goes Niggas a turn they back on you for some extra pros Just to get even with you bitches out here selling souls They tell me Killah Cam yo shit sound tight my nigga Don't think you got the sound maybe you should write for niggas Oh I got rights for niggas and and I got lefts for niggas A verified twitter the only way you'll check me nigga And I got checks for niggas who think they checking niggas You in yo zone well this that full court pressure nigga I feel the pressure man been feeling restless damn It seem like God overly tryna test me man Some nights don't even sleep shit have my body weak I stay up out these streets might end up 6 feet deep That's why I buy these beats they help me keep my peace I'm tryna find my lane so I can run the game like Zeke I roll another wood and then I spark It up I once had a heart but shawty crushed It up I'm faded off the liquor I fucked my nigga sister But you can't blame me somebody had to hit her But you can't trust these women they fucking different niggas And you can't trust these niggas they really out to get you But i got magazines you can get an issue And i might bless a bitch but i won't give her tissue She want romance but i ain't finna kiss her And i can't cuff you baby cause you don't fit my system She want memories i cropped her out the picture I need another wood and some more liquor