CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Ina Mood
(J, this sh*t too crazy)
B*t*h, I'm in a mood
AR with the monkey nuts, we'll make?you?move
Get down, or?lay the f**k down, we gon?make you choose
He jumped in the streets and got whacked,?he?ain't?lace his shoes
I'm?from a grimy?a** hood, we'll take your food
You lyin' in your raps on every track, n***a April fools
Scared to bring rappers on my block, they gon take their jewels
This wood hittin' harder than a b*t*h, it just made me poot
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm in my mode
Gave his a** the ball in the clutch, but that n***a froze
Got so many woods in this b*t*h, think we work at Lowe's
Your b*t*h and her friend weak as hell, they be sharin' clothes
Hate rap n***as from the Sag', really rudy poot
Man, I can't do a song with these n***as, they don't get no views
Aye, told your main thing slide down, get her coochie bruised
And my brothers low as hell with their sh*t, never make the news
B*t*h, text my phone, said she love me, b*t*h, I hate you too
Oh, you affiliated with 'em, we finna paint you too
I don't need a gun, we can scrap, I'll break your tooth
I ain't gon lie lil n***a (They think I'm lyin' though)
Bro will get to shootin' in this b*t*h, he like John Doe
You got a Glock, but don't shoot, call you Rondo
The Draco will fold one of you n***as, like a taco
See a opp and drop on him, feel like Pop Smoke
I'm finna start lyin' in my raps, I got a Condo
I'm finna start lyin' in my raps, I got a whole house
If they ain't tryna f**k the whole gang, kick them hoes out
My shooters gon shoot that b*t*h from deep, if you don't close out
Man, I'm finna take a sh*t on these n***as, pull the roll out
You used to have the bag back then, but where your roll now?
And you saved up that stash, stupid a**, spent that sh*t on shoes
Yeah, you used to roll with the big dawgs, boy, you Larry Hughes
What your favorite rapper spent on jewels, spent that on some food
Flashin' 12 hundred in your pic, I spent that on my boo
B*t*h wanted money for the pu**y, but she got the boot
I know these n***as sick I'm gettin' off, I think they need some soup
I'ma get the head out your b*t*h, while I'm eatin' fruit
I'ma still trap when I'm rich, serve Uncle Snoop
(You robbed a mans in the alley, you ain't got the juice)
.308 shootin' out this barrel, knock off your roof
These n***as is the Po-Po's, think I hear the sirens
Sick of these n***as, pu**y a**, think they got the virus
Gone off the, and this, feelin' like I'm flyin'
You be eatin' steaks with the snakes, I eat with the lions
B*t*h, I'm in a mood
AR with the monkey nuts, we'll make?you?move
Get down, or?lay the f**k down, we gon?make you choose
He jumped in the streets and got whacked,?he?ain't?lace his shoes
I'm?from a grimy?a** hood, we'll take your food
You lyin' in your raps on every track, n***a April fools
Scared to bring rappers on my block, they gon take their jewels
This wood hittin' harder than a b*t*h, it just made me poot
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm in my mode
Gave his a** the ball in the clutch, but that n***a froze
Got so many woods in this b*t*h, think we work at Lowe's
Your b*t*h and her friend weak as hell, they be sharin' clothes
Hate rap n***as from the Sag', really rudy poot
Man, I can't do a song with these n***as, they don't get no views
Aye, told your main thing slide down, get her coochie bruised
And my brothers low as hell with their sh*t, never make the news
B*t*h, text my phone, said she love me, b*t*h, I hate you too
Oh, you affiliated with 'em, we finna paint you too
I don't need a gun, we can scrap, I'll break your tooth
I ain't gon lie lil n***a (They think I'm lyin' though)
Bro will get to shootin' in this b*t*h, he like John Doe
You got a Glock, but don't shoot, call you Rondo
The Draco will fold one of you n***as, like a taco
See a opp and drop on him, feel like Pop Smoke
I'm finna start lyin' in my raps, I got a Condo
I'm finna start lyin' in my raps, I got a whole house
If they ain't tryna f**k the whole gang, kick them hoes out
My shooters gon shoot that b*t*h from deep, if you don't close out
Man, I'm finna take a sh*t on these n***as, pull the roll out
You used to have the bag back then, but where your roll now?
And you saved up that stash, stupid a**, spent that sh*t on shoes
Yeah, you used to roll with the big dawgs, boy, you Larry Hughes
What your favorite rapper spent on jewels, spent that on some food
Flashin' 12 hundred in your pic, I spent that on my boo
B*t*h wanted money for the pu**y, but she got the boot
I know these n***as sick I'm gettin' off, I think they need some soup
I'ma get the head out your b*t*h, while I'm eatin' fruit
I'ma still trap when I'm rich, serve Uncle Snoop
(You robbed a mans in the alley, you ain't got the juice)
.308 shootin' out this barrel, knock off your roof
These n***as is the Po-Po's, think I hear the sirens
Sick of these n***as, pu**y a**, think they got the virus
Gone off the, and this, feelin' like I'm flyin'
You be eatin' steaks with the snakes, I eat with the lions
