Pinocchio

[Intro: The Mood]

I can't tell it, uh

I can't tell a lie, ayy (Skrrt, what?)

I can't tell it (Loesoe goin' crazy)

I won't tell a (Slatt)

[Chorus: The Mood & iann dior]

I can't tell a lie (Y'dig), uh, I got Gucci shirt on

And it cost a lot, yeah, I couldn't tell a lie (No)

I won't tell a soul (No), and these niggas jealous, yeah

I think it's 'cause they broke, I'm flexing in Margielas, yeah

I'm takin' all the hoes

Ooh, yeah, she bad, yeah, front row at the show

Yeah, we at the telly, if she ain't gon' fuck, then we can't go, ooh

And my drip is too exquisite (Yeah-yeah, ooh), yeah

And I'm fuckin' on his ho, I'm in her throat (Yeah)

[Verse 1: iann dior]

I can't trust a soul (Nah)

Ice, it turned me cold (Rah)

They gon' bite the flow, whoa (Whoa)

Pull up to the show (Mmm)

Xanny'll make you retarded (Yeah)

I'ma just push it to start it (Skrrt)

Hop in the whip, takin' off like a rocket

Trust, won't do that with no one, no, not often (Y'dig?)

And we makin' moves (Yeah)

Look at how I move

Don't talk often, but she comin' through

What we finna do?

Hop in it, I splash (Splash)

Run it like a track

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I spent it and make it back ([?])

[Chorus: The Mood]

I can't tell a lie (Y'dig), uh, I got Gucci shirt on

And it cost a lot, yeah, I couldn't tell a lie (C'mon)

I won't tell a soul (No), and these niggas jealous, yeah

I think it's 'cause they broke, I'm flexing in Margielas, yeah

I'm takin' all the hoes

Ooh, yeah, she bad, yeah, front row at the show

Yeah, we at the telly, if she ain't gon' fuck, then we can't go, ooh (Yeah)

And my drip is too exquisite, yeah (Ooh, ooh)

Ya know, yeah (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 2; The Mood]

Green slime Air Force 1s look like Michelangelo (Ooh)

Fell asleep off some [?], spill some lean all on my coat (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

I can't do my peace inside of this, even then, I won't go, yeah (Ooh)

Bitch, I aim this mop all at his head like he the floor, yeah

Bitch, designated drivin', need to take me home

Big racks, yeah, hundreds in my pocket make 'em bold

Yeah, big Backwoods so exotic it make me choke

Yeah, bitch, I'm high as fuck, I'm on this plane, I forgot where I was goin' (What?)

[Chorus: The Mood]

I can't tell a lie (Y'dig), uh, I got Gucci shirt on

And it cost a lot, yeah, I couldn't tell a lie (C'mon)

I won't tell a soul (No), and these niggas jealous, yeah

I think it's 'cause they broke, I'm flexing in Margielas, yeah

I'm takin' all the hoes

Ooh, yeah, she bad, yeah, front row at the show

Yeah, we at the telly, if she ain't gon' fuck, then we can't go, ooh (Yeah)

And my drip is too exquisite, yeah (Ooh, ooh)

Ya know, yeah (Yeah, uh)