Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Vocals
YFN Lucci
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Keante Morton
Songwriter
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tino Burna
Producer
Testi
[Verse 1]
Yeah, the type of mood I'm in, I'm on some fly shit
You know what I'm saying?
I feel like pouring up a pint, I'ma pour it up, you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I might pour a pint, that's the mood I'm in
I might fuck your bitch, that's the mood I'm in
Might post up in the trap, that's the mood I'm in
OD off the percs, that's the mood I'm in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM
Ten cash in my ear, twenty gram for the belt
Yeah, hey
[Verse 3]
Perc-y in my system, I'ma vomit
Trap going crazy and they know that I'm the hottest
Real gun, not emoji, never shoot at comments
Six of hi-tech in my cup, never wash it
Tell them ****, pay up
Day before the first day of school, I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed, I was tryna get my J's up
Shot my **** Boonie, he ain't wanna give his J's up
I been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie, baby
Me and bone 'em, too related
Never been a groupie hater
Think I'm Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it's a zoovie, baby
The way I beat that pussy, Kevin Gates, they gon' sue me, baby
[Verse 4]
I might pour a pint, that's the mood I'm in
I might fuck your bitch, that's the mood I'm in
Might post up in the trap, that's the mood I'm in
OD off the percs, that's the mood I'm in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM
Ten cash in my ear, twenty gram for the belt
Yeah, hey
[Verse 5]
Walk around with your car on my neck
**** playing, we gon' get his ass whacked
No Instagram, but a **** gotta check
Go get the money, we was raised like that
Free my **** Abe, they gave him ten years flat
And Step coming home, but he can't get them years back
Just got a thirty toting, standing all day
I got another thirty for you when I get back
Oh, Lord knows that I'm traumatized
The look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon' terrorize every one of you guys
Lord knows we don't never, we don't never put you on the news
Get you televised, now you worldwide
[Verse 6]
I might pour a pint, that's the mood I'm in
I might fuck your bitch, that's the mood I'm in
Might post up in the trap, that's the mood I'm in
OD off the percs, that's the mood I'm in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM
Ten cash in my ear, twenty gram for the belt
Yeah, hey
Written by: Durk D. Banks, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett, Keante Morton
