Nak0047, 180 Cruz - Mood Lyrics

Diamonds they wet
Just like a pool
He wanna play he get with the tool
Got this blicky on me
If you try you a fool
Imma die bout this money
I don't know bout you
Got a 9 mm it stick like some glue
Got revolver 380 I'm clutching in school
He tried to play put that boy on the news
I ain't talking less I talk to the blues
Pistol on me I can't argue with you
Don't mean to be rude gotta pardon my mood
Life did me dirty I'm scared from it too
But somehow I still put my heart in it too
Gun in my boot like I'm bishop from juice
Industry meeting I came for the loot
Label advance they gone pay me it too
Foot on they neck I ain't come to be cool
Label advances late night dances
I'm on the road taking these chances
You sit at home you looking frantic
I do not panic you can not manage
Diamond they wet just like Atlantic
It's making her wet she gone take off them panties
My bitch she brown got melanin brandy
I'm sipping drink in my cup I got candy
I fell out of love fell right in the cup
Drugs they got me stuck I can't sober up
I think I know it all I don't know enough
With the gang and you know they throw it up
Say you cold but you nowhere Cold enough
From the north know you not as cold as us
1942 got her throwing up
Niggas they like clothes they be folding up
I fell in my cup
I feel I am stuck
No my times not up
I'm still winding
Wake up grind it up
Money the mission I can't have enough
I'm I'm the kitchen I'm cooking with love
Feel like Tay kieth I be fucking up
Diamonds they wet
Just like a pool
He wanna play he get with the tool
Got this blicky on me
If you try you a fool
Imma die bout this money
I don't know bout you
Got a 9 mm it stick like some glue
Got revolver 380 I'm clutching in school
He tried to play put that boy on the news
I ain't talking less I talk to the blues
Pistol on me I can't argue with you
Don't mean to be rude gotta pardon my mood
Life did me dirty I'm scared from it too
But somehow I still put my heart in it too
Gun in my boot like I'm bishop from juice
Industry meeting I came for the loot
Label advance they gone pay me it too
Foot on they neck I ain't come to be cool
180
I'm the hardest I ain't tryna be rude
I know these niggas rapping just to look cool
I was just grinding sitting right in my room
All in the school, dice in the halls
We done came far
I be spazzing with a purpose
All these hours really worth it
I be wanna talk but I can't call
Ima hit the steak with the A1
Pussy boy talk but he can't talk
Ima throw the lob get the and 1
I be wanna talk but I can't call
Is these hours really worth it?
Is these hours really worth it?
Yeah
Diamonds they wet
Just like a pool
He wanna play he get with the tool
Got this blicky on me
If you try you a fool
Imma die bout this money
I don't know bout you
Got a 9 mm it stick like some glue
Got revolver 380 I'm clutching in school
He tried to play put that boy on the news
I ain't talking less I talk to the blues
Pistol on me I can't argue with you
Don't mean to be rude gotta pardon my mood
Life did me dirty I'm scared from it too
But somehow I still put my heart in it too
Gun in my boot like I'm bishop from juice
Industry meeting I came for the loot
Label advance they gone pay me it too
Foot on they neck I ain't come to be cool

Diamonds they wet
Just like a pool
He wanna play he get with the tool
Got this blicky on me
If you try you a fool
Imma die bout this money
I don't know bout you
Got a 9 mm it stick like some glue
Got revolver 380 I'm clutching in school
He tried to play put that boy on the news
I ain't talking less I talk to the blues
Pistol on me I can't argue with you
Don't mean to be rude gotta pardon my mood
Life did me dirty I'm scared from it too
But somehow I still put my heart in it too
Gun in my boot like I'm bishop from juice
Industry meeting I came for the loot
Label advance they gone pay me it too
Foot on they neck I ain't come to be cool
Label advances late night dances
I'm on the road taking these chances
You sit at home you looking frantic
I do not panic you can not manage
Diamond they wet just like Atlantic
It's making her wet she gone take off them panties
My bitch she brown got melanin brandy
I'm sipping drink in my cup I got candy
I fell out of love fell right in the cup
Drugs they got me stuck I can't sober up
I think I know it all I don't know enough
With the gang and you know they throw it up
Say you cold but you nowhere Cold enough
From the north know you not as cold as us
1942 got her throwing up
Niggas they like clothes they be folding up
I fell in my cup
I feel I am stuck
No my times not up
I'm still winding
Wake up grind it up
Money the mission I can't have enough
I'm I'm the kitchen I'm cooking with love
Feel like Tay kieth I be fucking up
Diamonds they wet
Just like a pool
He wanna play he get with the tool
Got this blicky on me
If you try you a fool
Imma die bout this money
I don't know bout you
Got a 9 mm it stick like some glue
Got revolver 380 I'm clutching in school
He tried to play put that boy on the news
I ain't talking less I talk to the blues
Pistol on me I can't argue with you
Don't mean to be rude gotta pardon my mood
Life did me dirty I'm scared from it too
But somehow I still put my heart in it too
Gun in my boot like I'm bishop from juice
Industry meeting I came for the loot
Label advance they gone pay me it too
Foot on they neck I ain't come to be cool
180
I'm the hardest I ain't tryna be rude
I know these niggas rapping just to look cool
I was just grinding sitting right in my room
All in the school, dice in the halls
We done came far
I be spazzing with a purpose
All these hours really worth it
I be wanna talk but I can't call
Ima hit the steak with the A1
Pussy boy talk but he can't talk
Ima throw the lob get the and 1
I be wanna talk but I can't call
Is these hours really worth it?
Is these hours really worth it?
Yeah
Diamonds they wet
Just like a pool
He wanna play he get with the tool
Got this blicky on me
If you try you a fool
Imma die bout this money
I don't know bout you
Got a 9 mm it stick like some glue
Got revolver 380 I'm clutching in school
He tried to play put that boy on the news
I ain't talking less I talk to the blues
Pistol on me I can't argue with you
Don't mean to be rude gotta pardon my mood
Life did me dirty I'm scared from it too
But somehow I still put my heart in it too
Gun in my boot like I'm bishop from juice
Industry meeting I came for the loot
Label advance they gone pay me it too
Foot on they neck I ain't come to be cool