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MOOD
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Hip-Hop/Rap
MOOD was released on June 13, 2025 by MYFAULT as a part of the album FAMILY REUNION
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CUZZOS
CUZZOS
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jasmine Pendleton
Jasmine Pendleton
Songwriter
Tyla Moore
Tyla Moore
Songwriter
Brooke Byrd
Brooke Byrd
Songwriter
Indonesia Hayes
Indonesia Hayes
Songwriter
Camille Tyas
Camille Tyas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Free
Mike Free
Engineer

Lyrics

It's 2025 and we dustin' **** off and we movin' around on the street
What we waitin' on
It's **** out here that'll love you, bitch
You know that lil' one-two you be doin'
Yeah, a ****'ll love that
It's old to him, new to another ****
That's why he finna lose his bitch
Yeah, he playin' games
Posted in the whip, waitin' for the homegirl to send the lo
If I'm slidin', then they know it's gon' be me plus four more
Don't want no lame shit, wanna walk in and see ass on the floor
Fuck your ego, I brought a bag through the door
Known to turn shit up and tear shit down
Told him don't get lost in the drip, cause he gon' drown
Body lookin' right and now a **** talkin' crazy
Tellin' me to have his baby, stiffin' **** on the daily for real
Too legit, I do it up when I step on the scene
And this game you can't teach, swear this shit in my jeans
He smack the true on my jeans, sayin' I'm his bad religion
Switch your program, that's a givin' and it ain't no competition
Just hit the club, I done fell in love with four ****
And two bitches hit the bar, I need some more liquor
Repo shots and lamb chops on you
My bitches bad, these **** bout to choose
Look, geeked up, but I don't need no help
I got experience in doggin' **** under my belt
He ate it once, now he ravin', bout to take it to Yelp
Get the hots for a loser ****, bad for my health
Now, if I ain't a cool bitch, then what do you call that
Actin' like he used the money, I swear that it's all cap
You got loser bitches, hoes ain't got no motion, keep it still
Got him starin' at that girl like, you just ain't Mills, damn
Move around the cuzzos in the room
My **** trippin', time to act a fool
Samplin' ****, fuck it, I'll take two
He like, why you on bunk
****, I was in the mood
Move around the cuzzos in the room
My **** trippin', time to act a fool
Samplin' ****, fuck it, I'll take two
He like, why you on bunk
****, I was in the mood
Out hangin' with my cuzzos and we comin' in deep
And we five hot bitches to the highest degree
Got them **** spendin' money, shit, they callin' it sprees
Tell a **** it's on lock, so he searchin' for keys
I'm dialin' 1-800, did I ask a bitch
Glasses ain't needed, still look past a bitch
Like, who asked you, bitch
I'm up in hot shit, it's a lot of **** in the room
WhoI'ma pick, damn
Grown up, body tea, now he callin' me Lipton
Drunk won't stop callin', he blowin' me simpin'
No champ, but we takin' home the rings
These **** ain't no puppets, but I still pull the strings
If we gon' be anything, let's be for real
Why the fuck I'm seein' fake bitches claimin' that they real
When we outside, we a vibe, we make **** crack the seal
Ignoring **** turnin', necks they tryna find out what's the deal
Dummy
Shootin' shots with my wolves like I play from Minnesota
Bitches waitin' to throw that ass like I'm hostin' Club Rona
Five foreigns outside, better know that we all own 'em
Bleed the city cuzzos litty, just remember that we told you
Ay, the game is to be sold, bitch, you talkin' too much
I'm outside with all my ****, they know how to keep it hush
And my favorite just walked in, he always come through hella clutch
Got a bottle for each friend, we finna end up drunk as fuck
Move around the cuzzos in the room
My **** trippin', time to act a fool
Sampling ****, fuck it, I'll take two
He like, why you on Bunk
****, I was in the mood
Move around the cuzzos in the room
My **** trippin', time to act a fool
Sampling ****, fuck it, I'll take two
He like, why you on Bunk
****, I was in the mood
Poppin' out, I'm with my girls, know we shakin' shit up
Cuz we got hookah, we got bitches and some drink in our cup
In our section with some sluts, slappin' ass, causin' trouble
Takin' shots, smokin' runts, and throwin' money by the bundle
**** blowin' up my phone like, where you at
Shit, where I'm supposed to be
And we ain't goin' home, you know we up
The cuzzos own the streets
He like, Nikki Parker on my nuts, Professor Ogilvie
He beggin' to get close to me, got all his bitches postin' me
And when we comin' through, you know we bout to make some moves
Got some bottles, popped a few
Cuzzos bout to be on bull
Throwin' dubs and hundreds too
We make it rain, it's a monsoon
Doin' shit we shouldn't do, but we gon' take it to the tumb
Call my phone
We gon' do it
Meet me at the bar
Lamb chops and repo shots on another ****
We ain't doin' that
Written by: Brooke Byrd, Camille Tyas, Indonesia Hayes, Jasmine Pendleton, Tyla Moore
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