Mood Swings

[Intro]

(Damn Kai, you goin' crazy!)

Uh, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Scorey]

I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check, uh

Watch how the light glare when I poke out this Patek, uh

I wish you might stare at this choker around my neck, uh

My nigga right there, he gon' blow if he upset

[Chorus: Scorey]

I got bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh

Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh

We just gon' spray 'em down, we get 40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh

Better not play around, when them demons out, it get reckless, uh (Uh, uh ,uh)

[Verse 1: Polo G]

Slide in traffic

Next day, who died, what happened?

Shit real life, no acting, we live a life so tragic

Christian Dior, Palm Angels, he stay in his bag, uh

My drip so godly, make an atheist mad

And I might just put a body on this K when it blast

Like a hotel, 'til he check out, we gon' stay on his ass

Ride for the set, don't disrespect it

Don't come outside with a vest, all headshots when we wet shit

Blow his mind like he impressed, we ain't civilized we get treacherous

In the blood puddle where he slept, he get baptized with this Wesson

Another homicide you get stretched, now he wit' his guys up in heaven

Won't apologize for his death, nigga should'a died, don't regret shit

[Pre-Chorus: Scorey]

I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check, uh

Watch how the light glare when I poke out this Patek, uh

I wish you might stare at this choker around my neck, uh

My nigga right there, he gon' blow if he upset

[Chorus: Scorey]

I got bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh

Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh

We just gon' spray 'em down, we get 40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh

Better not play around, when them demons out, it get reckless, huh

[Verse 2: Scorey]

Back then we was crackin' down on the opps

We was stacking counts on that block

Steady serving hard, like Patrick Star, tryna make a house out that rock

Catch a nigga out of bounds, and he shot

.30 put a lot of rounds in that Glock

Let a nigga play around in my stomping grounds, he gon' play wrong and get stomped

Stand over his body, that's a overkill

Keep a lil' demon by my side, because I know he will

He off the X but he gon' shoot it if he sober still

Them hollow tips gon' hit his head, fuck up his motor skills, uh

Slide 'til he wet

Hit him, if he die, no regrets

And the other side ain't a threat, really that's just what they type on the net

Caught 'em tryna ride in the whip, we gon' send a nigga high with the jets

And that .45 like a stylist, when it shoot a guy, get him dressed

[Pre-Chorus: Scorey]

I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check, uh

Watch how the light glare when I poke out this Patek, uh

I wish you might stare at this choker around my neck, uh

My nigga right there, he gon' blow if he upset

[Chorus: Scorey]

I got bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh

Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace, uh

We just gon' spray 'em down, we get 40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh

Better not play around, when them demons out, it get reckless, uh