letra de mood - obn jay
[intro]
khris james, what the f-ck?
[chorus]
look, i make a lil’ move, then i make a lil’ bread, then head to the spot
and i’m floating in the coupe, n-gg- ridin’ through the bottom in an all black drop
man, this sh-t don’t stop
i can sit in the booth all day ’til i rot
welcome me to the top
thirty stick up under the glock
i’m turned up, and the scatpack don’t got no seatbelt
i swear to god, soon as you book me, i’ma be there
i’m goin’ hard, i’m goin’ ape, b-tch, i’m goin’ t-rex
he actin’ bad, get popped in the face, that’s just my reflex
[verse]
i remember them days, just a young n-gg- sittin’ on vevo
now i’m chasin’ that bag, this for me and all my kinfolk
now i done got ’em mad, i switched it up, i changed the tempo
i just wanna run that sh-t so extra like a limo
i be coolin’, i stood in the bottom
was down on my -ss, i done ran up my sack
was gettin’ that pack, now i’m rappin’
i get to the ‘yo and i’m flashin’ on all of my tracks
put the hood on my back
i’m slangin’ this b-tch with the thirty up under like i’m slangin’ crack
got the club for the tools, the fiends come up on the porch
tryna see if we know where they at
i done met up with most of the plug
movin’ slow, i got full of them drugs
all my n-gg-s, we straight out the mud
count my bread ‘fore i get me a tour
i just be workin’, i got too many brothers
i gotta get that for my bros
i just been coolin’, bae look in the dm
and she findin’ multiple hoes
i really be workin’, i’m way out of state, i can’t even be home for too long
this sh-t really crazy, i get to the ‘yo and i’m cookin’ up multiple songs
i’m tellin’ the truth while i vibe in the booth, i just wanna be left all alone
i sit in a daze, i don’t gotta write, all the sauce comin’ straight from the dome
[chorus]
look, i make a lil’ move, then i make a lil’ bread, then head to the spot
and i’m floating in the coupe, n-gg- ridin’ through the bottom in an all black drop
man, this sh-t don’t stop
i can sit in the booth all day ’til i rot
welcome me to the top
thirty stick up under the glock
i’m turned up, and the scatpack don’t got no seatbelt
i swear to god, soon as you book me, i’ma be there
i’m goin’ hard, i’m goin’ ape, b-tch, i’m goin’ t-rex
he actin’ bad, get popped in the face, that’s just my reflex
[outro]
hop out to perform, i tuck the heat, hope they don’t f-ck with me
watchin’ how the crowd turn up with me, they know what up with me
saucin’ on the beat like back to back, this sh-t like a to b
i’m chasin’ that guap, me and my burner, this b-tch stay with me
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