Jus Another Mood

She cry on my shoulder, she want to see the stars Crying over her nigga, she rather be on mars Baby told me she love, forever me and you Then she told she leaving, we can't make up She choose Caught her going through phones, baby are we cool I've been going through flights, she going through her mood I must be fucking to raw, she rather be with you I gave a bitch my little last, let her do her loop I'm trying to tell my little brother, all these bitches blues Expectations, that's foolish These bitches leaving clues Time moved on it's to far, time to find new land One hundred acres, koi fishes Bring out hunter Dan I got one hundred little bitches, I need one hundred bands I got to finish this mission Only got one hundred fans These bitches picking and choosing, can't ever f*ck her again I'm bringing shooters like hooters F*ck up her birthday bash Might just f*ck me one too, this bitch kind of bad But I've been fucking her friend, take turns She got my last Only broke for six months, still got me eating soup That Casamigo bottle, got her acting a fool She fucking fast, fast She take me to the moon I'm bringing her back down, let her f*ck the crew In the Stu don't pop perks, no don't sip no lean But she pop thirty after thirty, she fucking with Tay D