lirik lagu mood swing – foolio
[intro]
swear to god
(ooh it’s wavy808)
i be having mood swings when i ain’t on them percs, boy that sh*t crazy
i don’t even wanna be by myself when i ain’t on them b*tches
i don’t even wanna hang around myself when i ain’t on them b*tches
bipolar as h*ll
[verse]
start this off we statin’ facts, 6 block we got plenty hats
i’m from hilltop village b*tch, northside this the biggest act
i was stolo car ridin’, it was me and cracka jack
k!llin’ opps back and forth, me and spazz created packs
they yellin’ out “who i smoke”, i’m yellin’ out “up the score”
makin’ n*ggas use they feet, duckin’ down and gettin’ low
divin’ all on the ground, b*tch get up and blow your pole
smokin’ straight dеad n*ggas, on my body could smell they soul
in my eyеs could see the blood, dirty glock straight out the mud
vvs’s t**th to feet, tsunami my water flood
in his bushes for a week, fell in love with the bugs
we don’t talk on the daily, but stony know its real love
is my dog the biggest rat? did d. rose backdoor cracka jack?
did d. rose backdoor foolio? it’s crazy but that sh*t be facts
did johnathan get k!lled [?], that whole month i couldn’t sleep
i told durk to pick a side, but he wasn’t hearin’ me
vonte died weeks before, these n*ggas playing backdoor
i don’t trust a f*ckin’ soul, but i’m steady smokin’ souls
they know how we rock and roll, i’m frontline through all the smoke
this my third shootout this week, i ain’t get touched b*tch i’m in voodoo mode
having mood swings off percocets, headshots like f*ck a vest
put a bag on my brother head, jit finna die but he don’t know it yet
do more and i talk less, shootouts all out west
teki died i was tryna slide, tryna leave a f*ck n*ggas block wet
back to back in stolen cars, 4 glocks and 2 ars
my momma told me i’ma star, i just pray i make it far
i just pray i see it through, hoodie on hanging out the roof
me and bro went 2 for 2, you ain’t tell then i salute
stop fakin’ on that molly n*gga, you ain’t catch no body n*gga
’bout bibby we get busy, that ain’t no threat n*gga that’s a promise n*gga
’bout bibby we gon’ come b*tch, chop sound like a 808 drum kit
bruh miss me with that dumb sh*t, we really ouside tryna slump sh*t
this for my all my brothers that i ain’t talk to thats round the way
i know we don’t communicate but i’d die for you any day
one phone call i’ll lose it all, i’ll pop out broad day
i love y’all for real don’t let this flaw sh*t get in the way
couldn’t say it to y’all face cause y’all know i dont know how to vent
sometimes i get depressed and wanna end all this sh*t
just know we been rockin’ hard ever since we was jits
at the end of the day y’all know who i’m rockin’ with
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