Mood Swings (Remix) [feat. Youngn Lipz, Creed Tha Kid & Day1]

Weezy outta here Beast, beast I'm a beast Oh my God, mood swings Out of line, mood swings Out of time I was broke, I don't cry I'm the G.O.A.T, I'm a God I'm a beast, I'm a Goblin', nigga, let that shit fly Nigga, you don't want no problem I be feelin' like Batman, my niggas always robbin' I just got caught fuckin' my best friend, we wylin', yeah I put it on for my city They know it's day one when they talk about Breezy She knows I'm busy Trap keep ringin' Trap keep ringin' F-Fuck a mood swing when my bat start swingin' (yeah) Take a risk and then I dash, dash Double G up on my bag, bag I'm runnin' shit like a half back But you never see me pass Like first things first Free my brother from the chains Ain't no brother feel the same When you both grew up from the dirt It's crazy that I'm takin' all these planes And the mood swings change I will never go back to the hurt I can't go back to the hurt I can't go back to the hurt And word to my mother If I find it was a killer for my brother I'ma put that motherfucker in an R.I.P shirt I'm a beast, I'm a Goblin', nigga, let that shit fly Nigga, you don't want no problem I be feelin' like Batman, my niggas always robbin' I just got caught fuckin' my best friend, we wylin', yeah I got a check that I'm waiting to run All my brothers ready adding the sums If they talkin' aim it I'm 'on get 'em in one Have 'em knock 'em bang 'em like the drums I'm bustin' breakin' out the rooftop Hear the sound I earned it on my own spot Yeah I'm so high I'm takin' no stops Got the fire I'm fuckin' my mood clock Game too critical gotta kill this beat no criminal Thoughts subliminal gotta go 'fore it get too physical Price too minimal when you dealin' with me it get ridicule They not that yeah they on my back they too damn cynical I don't know, outta' time I'm so caught out of line Aderall analyze Lost my bro, lost my mind Want my soul, niggas want my life Tryna take my hoes, tryna fuck my wife Mood swings, sometimes I need two at a time Fuckin' two sets of twins, and one of them shy Fuck two sets of 10's like a couple of dimes Fuck two sets of twins like a couple of times Fuck few sets of twins like a couple of times Percocets, two times Percocets, never knew when to come Percocets, two time Percocets, never knew when to come Yeah, yeah YL, YL YL, YL, YL Damn I keep going I don't stop Chasin' the bag get the whole guap Lil' mama in her panty and a crop top Take her down and she go up Fuck around to the money she go harder Swear her friends call me papi I'm her father All this energy inside she a charger And her friends wanna cut call me barber Now they all acting up call it drama Believe I ain't sticking around for another my G Stick to the plan I Coach Carter with it Plant my crop clean it up like a farmer you see Know that I ain't going back to the reef I seen them bite in the streets Know that lil' mama she waitin' to please Back to a family dependin' on me I'm a beast Oh my God, mood swings Out of line, mood swings Out of time I was broke, I don't cry She's my bestie Never knew she was so nasty (Yeah) And she's so sexy Kissing on bitches like they lesbians (Yeah) Ass so fat Bouncing up and down like a basketball (Yeah) Niggas don't test me Snipe a nigga cheating like Wesley (Yeah)