In My Mood Yus Gz

[Intro]
(Ayy, J1, that's flames, my bro)
Grrah
(Chee on the beat)
Grrah, every opp shot

[Verse]
Okay, heard he done (He done)
CHII dead and they still ain't do nothin' (Baow-baow-baow)
Got a beam on a drum just in case if he run
Nigga dumb, don't reach 'cause you don't gotta gun
Leave him done, like
If I boom, ain't no way they could run (Don't run)
Where he from? Like
If he say the wrong thing, he get turned into Runtz
Word to bro, opp thot, she got beat and got punched (She got punched)
Bitch tryna get her some dick, she dumb
When we spin, don't run, they be duckin' the gun
Lil Mabu a bitch, and I know where you from (I know where you—)
I just bought a new chop, put the beam on the drum (Like)
You a kid, when I see you, you done
Deuce five got kick, tryna get 'em and run
Grrah, grrah (Baow-baow)
Face of the Bronx, niggas know what I do
EBS, all them shots that I threw
E4Rah 'til I die and I put that on Woo (E4Rah)
I get to clickin', the beam on the tool (Facts)
I ain't gon' lie, word to bro, got me in my mood (In my mood)
Up first, knocker, see him and shoot
Get the pistol, throw at his crew (Like what?)
Grrah, grrah (Baow-baow-baow)
Mabu dirty, like you a bitch (You a bitch)
Word to bro, you ain't takin' that risk
Word to bro, you don't know what's a stick (You don't know what's a—)
New opp died in the Sta, don't trip (C-HII)
Finger itchin', I'm clickin' this shit (Like what?)
Up the pole, I ain't feelin' this shit (Like grrah)
Beam on a scope, who invented this shit? (Like what?)
Grrah, grrah (Baow-baow-baow)
I'ma creep, I like bendin', like spinnin' on feet, like (Baow-baow)
That's an opp right there and I peep
Word to bro, don't lack thinkin' shit is sweet (Baow-baow)
(Like baow-baow-baow) I'm on my dolo, don't need me no V (No, I don't)
They see my face and they runnin' from me (Don't run)
"Opp spotter," like what?
They ain't do shit, put they mans in the blunt (Baow-baow)
"Top shotter," like what? (Baow-baow)
Put the beam on the drum, bitch, I'm comin' in clutch (Grrah-grrah)
Paramedics, go and pick him up (Pick him up)
Talkin' on bro, we'll leave your body stuck (Baow-baow-baow)
How you EBS, who did you touch? (Who did you—)
Scotty gon' back out the knocks in a rush
Up first, knocker, throw ten plus (Grrah-grrah)
Bro gon' oot him and turn him to dust
We smoke Bobby, that nigga punch (Bobby)
I ain't actin', I do all the stunts
Like beam on his ligament, turn him to lunch
When we spin, don't front
Dump, hit him, leave his body done (Baow-baow-baow)
Ooter all black, all you see is the gun (Ooter all black)
Heard he dead over arrival, I knew it would come
Nazzy, Rippy, like Bobby a bum
I'm the face of the Bronx, I'm the one (I'm the face of the—)
Don't run (Don't run)
Ooter go dumb, he gon' send him a ton (Baow-baow)