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(LynnMX)
Ooh, ooh
(Kyle, you made that?)

She wan' play with my Glock and my XD
As soon as I drop her off, she gon' text me
Always gone for the check, never resting
I got a check, so lil' mama can't check me
She a mess, B
She wanna throw up the set, act a mess
Telling bitches, "Don't test me"
She caress me
Every time I come in from the streets, man, a nigga be stressing

I told lil' mama, "You ready, girl"
I'll be ready, we can just get away
Shit just might get a lil' sturdy
I'll keep it steady, we gon' have better days (Ooh)
Girl, you always in my head
Gotta let you know (Uh)
Tell a fuck nigga, "Back off"
Nigga, step, this is not ya ho (Uh)

Swear you really give me mood swings (Uh-huh, oh, yeah)
Shawty love a nigga thugged out
With the bands, drippin' head to toe (Oh, yeah)
None these niggas really fool me (Mm-hmm, uh)
Boy, we heard about ya mans
How he fuckin' ran on the brodie, bro
Blow shit like a fan, catch him at the store
Mood, mood, mood
You switch up my mood, mood, mood
You switch up my mood, mood, mood
You switch up my mood, mood, mood
You switch up my mood

Catch an opp on the block while he posted
Should've been on his top and been focused
One up top in the Glock while in motion
All you heard, it was "Shots fired," nigga
I just heard another opp died, nigga
But I ain't cry, it was not my nigga
My clique really the top five, nigga
Only tote .40s, no Glock .9s, nigga
Used to eat pot pies, now it's lobster
I got all in my pasta, nigga
I bought my partner a new chopper
And I told him to don't let 'em catch them catch him asleep

I told lil' mama, "You ready, girl"
I'll be ready, we can just get away
Shit just might get a lil' sturdy
I'll keep it steady, we gon' have better days
Girl, you always in my head
Gotta let you know (Uh)
Tell a fuck nigga, "Back off"
Nigga, step, this is not ya ho (Uh)

Swear you really give me mood swings (Uh-huh, uh)
Shawty love a nigga thugged out
With the bands, drippin' head to toe (Uh)
None these niggas really fool me (Mm-hmm, uh)
Boy, we heard about ya mans
How he fuckin' ran on the brodie, bro
Blow shit like a fan, catch him at the store
Mood, mood, mood
You switch up my mood, mood, mood
You switch up my mood, mood, mood
You switch up my mood, mood, mood
You switch up my mood