3100 Heem - MOOD

Bitch I be so geeked up out my body
Bitch I'm on the moon, yeah
Get the fuck up off my body
Cause lil Heem not in the mood, yeah
If you run up it's a Homi
Gang gone pop you like balloon yeah
We gon pull up with that tommy
So don't make me act a fool, yeah
Yeah we chop em' like salami
And our aim is through the roof, yeah
Bad lil bitch she call me Papi
She say Heem I'm in my groove yeah
Could give a fuck about your groove
Because lil bitch I'm on the moon
Could give a fuck about your boo
Because you know I keep my tool yeah
Bitch I keep my tool
Run up on me it gone shoot
(Slatt)
Bitch I keep my tool
Run up on me bust your crew, yeah
And you know I'm banging red
But my homie banging blue yeah
Pull up in that brand new Vette
She want me cause I'm Suu Woo yeah
In this bitch with five shooters
Yeah you know we like to hoop up
Told my brother whip the Benz
Pull up gang and come and scoop up
(Skrr)
All you Niggas really pussy
Talking shit
And then you group up
All you Niggas really pussy
Run up on you then you doomed, yeah
We just crashed the fucking Bentley
Then we took off in that coupe, yeah
I be posted with the gang
We be damn near like a troop, yeah
I be posted with the gang
You run up then we gone shoot ya
All you niggas swear you hard
But that gang shit do not suit ya
Imma pull up with that Taurus
Imma blow it like a flute, yeah
I be geeked up out my body
Yeah lil Heem he off the goop yeah
Yeah I be smoking that Za for real
Popped me a perc, I popped me a pill
Got me a new pack, I opened the seal
Got me a new Glock, I'm doing a drill
Real nigga I'm keeping it real
Hit that lil boy with the trey like I'm beal
Solid lil nigga won't go around and squeal
I keep it pushing I'll run up a hill
Run up a hill to go get me a mil
Hit me for the za you know I got deals
Hit me for the za you know I got deals
Bitch I be so geeked up out my body
Bitch I'm on the moon yeah
Get the fuck up off my body
Cause lil Heem not in the mood, yeah
If you run up it's a Homi
Gang gone pop you like balloon yeah
We gone pull up with that tommy
So don't make me act a fool yeah
Yeah we chop em' like salami
And our aim is through the roof yeah
Bad lil bitch she call me Papi
She say "Heem I'm in my groove" yeah
Could give a fuck about your groove
Cause lil bitch I'm on the moon
Could give a fuck about your boo
Cause lil bitch I keep my tool yeah
Bitch I keep my tool
Run up on me it gone shoot
(Slatt)
Bitch I keep my tool
Run up on me bust your crew yeah
And you know I'm banging red
But my homie banging blue yeah
Pull up in that brand new vette
She want me cause I'm Suu Woo yeah
In this bitch with five shooters
Yeah you know we like to hoop up
Told my brother whip the Benz
Pull up gang and come and scoop up
All you Niggas really pussy
Talking shit and then you group up
All you Niggas really pussy
Run up on you then you doomed
(Yeah)

Written by:
Ibrahim Toure

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