Mood

I'm ridin through the city just peeking behind the tint
Word around town a nigga then sent a hit
I hope that he don't miss cause it's a 100 rounds i this clip
Put Holes all in his body that nigga look like a fence
Let me tell you bout my case ima tell you how I got caught
Yeah I stuck to the plan yeah it really wasn't my fault
Driver was just a pussy an I ain't know he was soft
Hop out an hit the lick he heard shootin an pulled off
No codefendant I ain't snitchin I find myself down the road
Niggas left me for dead an won't even answer the phone
Can't wait til I touch down and get my hands on a pole
It's niggas on my list and they dying when I come home
Now Idk how it feel when you wake up an you a bitch
But I know how it feels when you real and you wake up rich
Niggas you bet not slip I hope you don't think you slick
Only reason you still breathing is money made me forget
I caught cases back to back so I didn't know how to act
I be tweaking off thedrugs I be trippin when I off act
He a gangsta out inpublic but I court he turn to rat
Pussy scared to go to jail cause my felons gon take his snacks
When I tell you I got shooters I promise you I don't be playin
A savage with that Glock ima shoot if it touch my hand
Future told me I'm like pac and I took that shit to the head
Cause I don't bite my tongue when it come to my mind I say it
Sneak dissin on the net but he lackinwhen he come in person
As soon as he get killed niggas say he didn't deserve it
Crying on the gram niggas sayin it wasn't worth it
So fuck ya dead homies and the niggas who merked em
They gone think it's sweet but I keep some shit up my sleeve
Don't care if you a G cause you bleed just like how I bleed
I run up in his house and I make him plead on his knees
Mind was made up before I came so he dying before I leave
Money loyalty murder so we live by the gun
It ain't nothin I wouldn't give to make it back how it was
Yeah I'm heartless but it's love for all the crips and the bloods
An if a nigga cross me I'll leave him crippled in blood
Yeah I'm posted at his spot and as soon As the door open
I'm in the trash can I jump out an I start blowin
Thought shit was a game he was lackin he wasn't focused
Mask on gloves on nobody a ever notice
No you ain't a boss you more like a mascot
Let 'EM try to run and they catching these back shots
Shootin for the head so what can that vest stop
That 44 on my hip and I sling it like Prescott
A nigga worth a ticket you see I'm still in these trenches
All this jewelry on me a diamond won't come up missin
Gang don't play about me you scratch me and niggas drillin
Niggas with the plugs I'm just the one with extensions
I used to be the shooter now niggas gon shoot for me
They hating like I'm fog but nigga this really me
Say it to my face and I promise you he gone see
I ain't freezing up like I'm Jody I finish him like I'm P
Need a rider like cause these bitches is hella fake
Need a bitch that ain't goin play grab my gun an let it spray
If you disrespect my gang I'm a send you to heavens gate
Bitch that Draco get to singing it sounds like Kevin Gates
I'm ridin through the city just peeking behind the tint
Word around town a nigga then sent a hit
I hope that he don't miss cause it's a 100 rounds i this clip
This my codiene confessions I'm clutching it while I sip
Yeah yeah