Cobra - Fuck Up My Mood

If you really think y'all can get to me, then I've got bad news
Cause most of y'all bitches and shit to me, I'm just speaking my truth
But everybody operates differently so, Imma let you do you
Bout to drop these hooks like Triple G, I'm just making my moves
Y'all can't fuck up my mood, y'all can't throw off my groove
Y'all can't fuck up my mood, y'all can't throw off my groove
Y'all can't fuck up my mood, y'all can't throw off my groove
Y'all can't fuck up my mood, y'all can't throw off my groove

Y'all could never throw me off
That's why I don't give a fuck if you wanna blow me off
I've got things I've gotta focus on
The force is strong with this one, like his name's Obi Wan
Yeah you know I'm smoking strong
I ain't with the bullshit either, so I could never go along
Yeah you know I'm throwing long
All I do is drop bombs and y'all can catch em all like Pokemon
Flow is on another level
Got me bringing heat that would terrify the fuckin Devil
I will never ever settle
Y'all fake fuckers belong in the same pot, tryin to call the kettle
At this point I gotta let em
Too busy chasing my dreams, imma go mean like heavy metal
What's the opinion of sheep matter to me
I'm king of the jungle and you ain't fucking special
I ain't ever under pressure
I'm cold as ice till the buzzer
Flow so nice you might shudder
Rhymes got bitches ridin' and making that pussy pop like gushers
Young boy wonder, bringing that thunder, tryna stack paper like Dunder
Understand if you say you ain't a cummer
Sounds like a challenge to me, so imma eat it till my tongue hurts
I don't really wanna flex, I'm not in the mood to have to clean up a fucking mess
I don't mean no disrespect
Sloppy fourths fifths sixths sevenths nah, I can't really fuck with that
Now I'm aiming at ya neck
Tryna make sense of all of this bullshit like it was mumble rap
Anybody want it next
Might as well call these bitches camouflage cause they blend in with the fuckin rest
So fuck a checkmate
I ain't destined to lose so now I'm trying to get my head straight
Got rid of some dead weight
I don't believe in payback, but success would be the best way
Instead of getting revenge the next day
Imma take the higher road till cobra gets paid
Everybody makes a mistake, but if you been fake
Bitch I'm tired of hearing shit and doing spit-takes
Time to lift big weights, imma go hard till my ribs break
Imma drink till I get shit-faced then have a bloody good time like menstruate
If you want beef then I've been steak, people still playing my mixtape
I was terrified of being on my own, but honestly
I gotta say this shits great look

If you really think y'all can get to me, then I've got bad news
Cause most of y'all bitches and shit to me, I'm just speaking my truth
But everybody operates differently so, Imma let you do you
Bout to drop these hooks like Triple G, I'm just making my moves
Y'all can't fuck up my mood, y'all can't throw off my groove
Y'all can't fuck up my mood, y'all can't throw off my groove
Y'all can't fuck up my mood, y'all can't throw off my groove
Y'all can't fuck up my mood, y'all can't throw off my groove

Y'all can't fuck up my mood
Like Kuzco, y'all can't throw off my groove
I'm just chugging my booze, y'all can't throw off my mood
Nah, y'all can't throw off my groove

Written by:
Bradley Cragg

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