In My Mood

Grrah (Chee on the beat) Grrah Every opp shot Ok, heard he done Chii dead and they still ain't do non' Gotta beam on a drum, just in case if he run Nigga dumb, don't reach 'cause you don't gotta gun Leave him done, like, if I boom, ain't no way they could run (Don't run) Where he from, like if he say the wrong thing he get turn into runts Word to bro, opp that she got beat and got punched Bitch tryna get her sum' dick, she dumb When we spin, don't run, they be duckin' the gun Lil Mabu a bitch and I know where you from I just brought a new chop, put the beam on a drum You a kid when I see you, you done Duce five got kick, tryna get 'em and run Grrah, grrah Face of the Bronx, nigga know what I do EBS all them shots that I threw E4Rah till I die and I put that on Woo Get the clickin', the beam on the toll I ain't gon' lie, word to bro, they got me in my mood Up first knocker see him and shoot Get the blitzin', gone throw at his crew Grrah, grrah Mabu dirty, you a bitch Word to bro, you ain't takin' that risk Word to bro, you don't know what's a stick New opp died in the sta don't trip (Chii) Finger itchin', I'm clickin' this shit Up the pole, I ain't feelin' this shit Beam on a scope, who invented this shit? Like what? Grrah, grrah I'ma creep, I like bending like spinning on feet Like, that's a opp right there and I peep Word to bro, don't lack thinkin' shit is sweet I'm on my dolo, don't need me no V They see my face and they runnin' from me Opp spotter, like what? They ain't do shit, put they mans in the blunt Top shotta like, what? Put the beam on the drum, bitch, I'm comin' in clutch Paramedics go and pick him up Talkin' on bro, would leave your body stuck How you EBS, who did you touch? Scottie gone back out the knocks in a rush Up first knocka, throw ten plus Bro gone oot 'em and turn 'em to dust We smoke Bobby, that nigga punch (Bobby) I ain't actin', I do all the stunts Like beam on his ligament, turn him to lunch When we spin, don't front Dump, hit 'em, leave his body done Ooter all black, all you see is the gun Hurd he dead over arrival, I knew it would come Nazzy, Rippy, like Bobby a bum I'm the face of the Bronx, I'm the one, don't run Ooter go dumb, he gon' send him a tun (Baow, baow)