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Lil Tjay, Kay Flock, Fivio Foreign – Not In The Mood Lyrics

Lil Tjay Not In The Mood Lyrics, Not In The Mood Lyrics by Lil Tjay ft Kay Flock Fivio Foreign

Uh, yeah
Baow

Really not in the mood right now
Hennessy got me boozed right now
Mama told me to stack my chips
Feelin’ like I can’t lose right now (Uh)
I see niggas keep playin’ these games
They must got us confused right now
Straight to the top, this ain’t never gon’ stop (Uh, huh)
I got somethin’ to prove right now (Yeah)

Yeah, look, this .40’ll do it (Baow)
It don’t even matter, we shootin’, huh (Nah)
They gettin’ mad at the movement (Uh)
You got a problem what we doin’? (Uh)
I saw niggas love (I saw niggas love)
And I saw niggas hate (And I saw niggas hate)
I thought niggas real (I thought niggas real)
But I know niggas fake
Look, .45, that’s for the waist (Huh)
If they come, I do the chase (Ha)
I couldn’t breathe, runnin’ from the jakes (Nah)
I almost gave up every other day (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
We made a way (Huh, we made a way)
We not the same, we never relate (Nah)
It’s a big food for the plate
It’s time to go drill, I never do dates (Grrt, baow)

I keep a knocker, I ain’t come to play
These niggas be suckin’ on me like they gay
But ‘less you wanna run up on me, I’ma spray
I got a green dot on my pole
Still, finna hit him if he run away
I heard a couple hunnid on my soul
But they see me and look the other way
I don’t promote the hype, be on the gang shit
If you think I’m lackin’, then you brainless
Hunnid K up on my neck
And they can try and front it, I’ma make ’em famous
Otherwise, I ain’t finna entertain it
You should get the picture I done painted
I don’t go nowhere without my stainless
They know my body, I be movin’ dangerous

Really not in the mood right now
Hennessy got me boozed right now
Mama told me to stack my chips
Feelin’ like I can’t lose right now
I see niggas keep playin’ these games
They must got us confused right now
Straight to the top, this ain’t never gon’ stop
I got somethin’ prove right now

Grrt, baow
DOA, we got the city on lock (City on lock)
Gun season, better have your knocks (Grrah, baow)
In my whip
Still get shot with your bitch if you like it or not, like (If you like it or not)
Let’s see your kicks, don’t run, don’t trip when I walk in the spot, like (Don’t trip)
Got the drop, you get slapped with the pole for thinkin’ that he hot, like (Pussy)
I’m with Setty (Like), ayo Fivi’ (Fivi’), where the wettys?(Where the wettys?)
He tried to run in the store (Like), I ain’t showin’ remorse (Grrah), he get shot in the deli (Grrah)
Face shot, no belly, lay up, no jelly
I know they that mad they freed me
I ran up a milly, know that they should’ve kept me (Grrah, grrah-grrah)

Really not in the mood right now
Hennessy got me boozed right now
Mama told me to stack my chips
Feelin’ like I can’t lose right now
I see niggas keep playin’ these games
They must got us confused right now
Straight to the top, this ain’t never gon’ stop
I got somethin’ to prove right now