Yung Gob - mood

(What do you desire?)
(Go!)
(I just popped some Vicodin cause I don't even wanna be here)
(I don't even wanna see her)
(Know all my stones clear)
(I might just od again cause I don't even wanna be here)
(Go!)
Got the choppa on me, yeah, you don't wanna come near
And I'm still fucking wit that same old bitch from last year
Yeah, and the year before that year
Fuck a fed, I'm speeding on the highway in my Benz I passed ya
(Go, go!)
Sippin Hi-Tech in a double cup wit the fanta
I don't want that bitch if she not a fan, yeah
I'll get you wacked, yeah I really can, yeah
You was not bout that shit you ran, yeah
Now it's time for me to run it up
On the highway I be cutting up
Stars on the roof in the Bentley truck
Wit my bitch and she gon suck it up
Some shit just don't change
Pills in my pockets instead of change
I hope I make it out
Dreaming bout going on that stage
Yeah, I went wrong in so many ways
I don't know why you keep playing but shit, I guess you can go slay
You wanna block me, that's okay
If I see him tho, I'ma let it spray
Beat him up, broad day
I ain't come here just to play today
I'll make a opp do ballet
Then I'ma have to put him in a ashtray
I ain't ridin in no Chevrolet
In the big body, get out my way
I be whippin' this shit like I'm in a chase
Gobier, I'm from outer space
I can dead you, without a trace
(Hey, go!)
Got the choppa on me, yeah, you don't wanna come near
And I'm still fucking wit that same old bitch from last year
Yeah, and the year before that year
Fuck a fed, I'm speeding on the highway in my Benz I passed ya
(Go, go!)
Sippin Hi-Tech in a double cup wit the fanta
I don't want that bitch if she not a fan, yeah
I'll get you wacked, yeah I really can, yeah
You was not bout that shit you ran, yeah

Written by:
gabe wilkowski, Yung Gob

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