Golden Black, Dann Avenew - Mood Lyrics

Need a sub not advice
Judge your own fuckin’ life
On the moon half the time
Change the mood suicide
Scoop move to the side
When you move to the side
You don’t know what I like
You don’t like what I like

Gingerbread man from the trap
All my goons on deck
We don’t stress
We just chasing racks
Always on a race everyday
I don’t concentrate
If you fuckin’ hate
Pour a drank pour some more
Pour a drank pour some more
Did you get the memo?
All my shooters trained to go
You won’t do me wrong
I got hoes like Nia Long
What they want, it some blow
I don’t do no blow
You should lock the bathroom door
Popo sniffing on the low
Run it no gold medal
Play you like a cello
Heavy like a metal
King of Pop Michael Jackson
Moonwalking with a bezel
Flexing, I don’t stretch
Wolves of Art in The making
Wolves of Art for the taking
(In the making, in the making, in the making, in the making)

Need a sub not advice
Judge your own fuckin’ life
On the moon half the time
Change the mood suicide
Scoop move to the side
When you move to the side
You don’t know what I like
You don’t like what I like

Suicidal drugs
Check the menu
Lean gon’ take your life
Up in a motorcycle
It’s a sport
Hear the engine pipe
I don’t believe in idols
Gamble your life
Fuck it just roll the dice
Bet you don’t know what I like
I ain’t a copy
Lliving that hotel life
I got your girl in the chamber
Dressed in designer like Amber
I got the Rolling Stone
I heard you love Makkonen
Stash up the bag
Duffel, duffel, duffel bag in the boot
Need it in cash
Profit, profit, profit cash paid in full
I had to get me lick
Johnny Bravo stiff
I’m tryna climb that cliff
It’s that Slick Rick
You know the shots intended
Wolf of Art the business
I wanna Medusa Ceiling
We taking over the city

Need a sub not advice
Judge your own fuckin’ life
On the moon half the time
Change the mood suicide
Scoop move to the side
When you move to the sid
You don’t know what I like
You don’t like what I like

Hold up hater wait
You’s a flop, you’s a fake
Got no fuckin’ username
Pass that word like a test
I don’t throw shade unless there’s stunna’s on my face ay ay
Niggas want beef, but ain’t got no stake up on their plates ay ay
Your lil bitch my dinner ay
The Nandos chicken getting’ hotter ay
Met a new ting from Ghana ay
Takin’ shots like Gunner Stahl
I’m from the 03-Uno (yah)
Take your lil bitch up to the, mall
Die Lit Playbooi Carti
Landed on the moon Kid Cudi
We flew in a jet, jet we had to land on a check
We had to pave the way for lames but they couldn’t surf on the wave
Never goin’ wait on niggas to dumb it down, the stage on flames
Niggas gon’ hate and hate and we ain’t the same
Just stay in your lane (my nigga, my nigga just stay in your lane)

Need a sub not advice
Judge your own fuckin’ life
On the moon half the time
Change the mood suicide
Scoop move to the side
When you move to the side
You don’t know what I like
You don’t like what I like