LP Rambo - Not In The Mood lyrics

Hmph, hmph, tuh
Snatch ya chain like Bossa Nova
AK kick like Barcelona
I ain't get my damn diploma
I was causing dead aromas
These real rocks these ain't
No cube zirconias
Off the lot just me I been a loner
Hmph, hmph, aye we shoot up his red Tacoma
Headshot, forever coma
Shooting like I got glaucoma
Rolling everybody over
Hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph

I don't like that nigga I was
Never ever like that nigga
LP, i'm like that nigga
Hand your ass a toe tag
Cause im like that nigga
Snitch ass nigga still got years I
Promise I won't write that nigga
It's just me and dirty Nina me
And her don't fight back niggas
I used to hit Wave like ''bro
Scoop" Riding with Waveszn on loop
I don't be with them they is not my group
That shit low I ain't never gone stoop
I don't waste time on these pussy
Niggas I just send my troops
If he say my name fuck that, Me myself
Im coming at you
Follow to the hood that he running back to
Shoot the whole block nigga
Coming back smooth
Love this shit get the money tattooed
Leave my niggas, that shit taboo
If that nigga say it's up my
Niggas standing on the roof
That shit stuck that shit get glued
Told that boy im not in the mood

Hmph, hmph, tuh
Snatch ya chain like Bossa Nova
AK kick like Barcelona
I ain't get my damn diploma
I was causing dead aromas
These real rocks these ain't
No cube zirconias
Off the lot just me I been a loner
Hmph, hmph, aye we shoot up his red Tacoma
Headshot, forever coma
Shooting like I got glaucoma
Rolling everybody over
Hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph

I told the devil im off tonight but
Niggas is pissing me off tonight
So that mean im getting em crossed tonight
I aim with the beam so don't cross the light
You see my Louis im flossing
Right? Im bout to smoke
Out my thoughts tonight
I kill em all then all is right my
Brodie got killed so I lost tonight
I don't fuck with you don't say shit
Bout me don't care if it's nice
Im uncomfortable don't move too fast i'll
Buss a brain on sight
Im in the Chevron a nigga bought sprite
Yall see the real niggas winning, yall tight
Im paying bills im talking murder bills
Make him see the light
Im paying for my wrongs my bro got killed
Make me lose my mind
Im hitting moves on the skating wheels
Don't make me lose my grind
Try me im snatching him out of the loop
They know we scare niggas out of they shoes
When I get rich ima fly in the coupe
But until then I am not in the mood

Hmph, hmph, tuh
Snatch ya chain like Bossa Nova
AK kick like Barcelona
I ain't get my damn diploma
I was causing dead aromas
These real rocks these ain't
No cube zirconias
Off the lot just me I been a loner
Hmph, hmph, aye we shoot up his red Tacoma
Headshot, forever coma
Shooting like I got glaucoma
Rolling everybody over
Hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph

Not in the mood
I told them niggas in the mood
Not in the mood
I told them bitches im not in the mood
Not in the mood
Don't ask no questions im not in the mood
Not in the mood
So if you run up im turning you blue

Hmph, hmph, tuh
Snatch ya chain like Bossa Nova
AK kick like Barcelona
I ain't get my damn diploma
I was causing dead aromas
These real rocks these ain't
No cube zirconias
Off the lot just me I been a loner
Hmph, hmph, aye we shoot up his red Tacoma
Headshot, forever coma
Shooting like I got glaucoma
Rolling everybody over
Hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph