Mood (Hazard Lights) ZAY GTM

[Intro]
Oh, you like that?
Like, shh
She shaking the— (Ayo, Ray, what we mixing?)
Like, fah, grrah
Like, fah

[Chorus]
You like to party, get in tune
Brown-skin baddie, she shaking the room
She doing hip shit, in the mood
Wait, I think she getting the groove
I need a shot or a few
I'm off the liquor, don't know how to move
I see a baddie and she cute
Wait, I'm tryna call her my boo

[Verse]
We in the party getting drunk
Whitney and Henny, it's all in my cup
She getting freaky, tryna rump
I'm off the liquor, I'm ready to fuck
She tryna whisper, talking low
But I couldn't listen, I'm ready to go
I said, "What's up? What you on?
Like, I'm tryna see if I'm taking you home"
She know it's moving, she ain't stupid
Shaking that ass like she know what she doing
She think I'm dumb, who you fooling?
I feel like Nike, I told her, "Let's do it"
She make it clap, no applause
Bae got the wetty, it's soft in her draws
She-she throw it back, I'm in awe
Curling my toes when it's head in her jaw
Body unnatural, shit ain't blasted
Shaking that ass, then you know I'ma grab it
We going rounds, I be lasting
She tryna run, why the fuck is you tapping?
She talking hot, getting steamy
I beat that pussy, that shit getting greamy
She got a nigga, but she need me
She ate that dick off the phone, getting greedy
I got a ten piece, she not average
She got that melanin, mix it with Spanish
I feel like Cash, I ain't laughing
I wanna fight every nigga that had it
She on my death row, I ain't bragging
This not a ho, finna [?] in past tense
She wanna cuddle, tryna spoon
Like, I had to see what that ass really do (Grrah, grrah, grrah)