Scorey, Polo G - Mood Swings lyrics
Scorey [Bakari Ward] Syracuse, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
Polo G [Taurus Tremani Bartlett] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Scorey, Polo G - Mood Swings lyrics]
(Damn Kai, you goin' crazy) uh, uh
I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check
Uh watch how the light glare when
I poke out this Patek, uh
I wish you might stare at
This choker around my neck, uh
My nigga right there
He gon' blow if he upset
I got bands on my neck
Uh, bands on my necklace, uh
Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace
Uh we just gon' spray 'em down, we get
40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh
Better not play around, when them
Demons out, it get reckless, uh
(Uh, uh, uh)
Slide in traffic
Next day, who died, what happened?
Shit real life, no acting
We live a life so tragic
Christian Dior, Palm Angels, he
Stay in his bag, uh
My drip so godly, make an atheist mad
And I might just put a body
On this K when it blast
Like a hotel, 'til he check out
We gon' stay on his ass
Ride for the set, don't disrespect it
Don't come outside with a vest
All headshots when we wet shit
Blow his mind like he impressed
We ain't civilized we get treacherous
In the blood puddle where he slept
He get baptized with this Wesson
Another homicide you get stretched
Now he wit' his guys up in heaven
Won't apologize for his death
Nigga should'a died, don't regret shit
I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check
Uh watch how the light glare when
I poke out this Patek, uh
I wish you might stare at
This choker around my neck, uh
My nigga right there
He gon' blow if he upset
I got bands on my neck
Uh, bands on my necklace, uh
Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace
Uh we just gon' spray 'em down, we get
40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh
Better not play around, when them
Demons out, it get reckless, huh
Back then we was crackin' down on the opps
We was stacking counts on that block
Steady serving hard, like Patrick Star
Tryna make a house out that rock
Catch a nigga out of bounds, and he shot
30 put a lot of rounds in that Glock
Let a nigga play around
In my stomping grounds
He gon' play wrong and get stomped
Stand over his body, that's a overkill
Keep a lil' demon by my side
Because I know he will
He off the X but he gon'
Shoot it if he sober still
Them hollow tips gon' hit his head
Fuck up his motor skills, uh
Slide 'til he wet
Hit him, if he die, no regrets
And the other side ain't a threat
Really that's just what they type on the net
Caught 'em tryna ride in the whip
We gon' send a nigga high with the jets
And that 45 like a stylist
When it shoot a guy, get him dressed
I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check
Uh watch how the light glare when
I poke out this Patek, uh
I wish you might stare at
This choker around my neck, uh
My nigga right there
He gon' blow if he upset
I got bands on my neck
Uh, bands on my necklace, uh
Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace
Uh we just gon' spray 'em down, we get
40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh
Better not play around, when them
Demons out, it get reckless, uh
I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check
Uh watch how the light glare when
I poke out this Patek, uh
I wish you might stare at
This choker around my neck, uh
My nigga right there
He gon' blow if he upset
I got bands on my neck
Uh, bands on my necklace, uh
Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace
Uh we just gon' spray 'em down, we get
40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh
Better not play around, when them
Demons out, it get reckless, uh
(Uh, uh, uh)
Slide in traffic
Next day, who died, what happened?
Shit real life, no acting
We live a life so tragic
Christian Dior, Palm Angels, he
Stay in his bag, uh
My drip so godly, make an atheist mad
And I might just put a body
On this K when it blast
Like a hotel, 'til he check out
We gon' stay on his ass
Ride for the set, don't disrespect it
Don't come outside with a vest
All headshots when we wet shit
Blow his mind like he impressed
We ain't civilized we get treacherous
In the blood puddle where he slept
He get baptized with this Wesson
Another homicide you get stretched
Now he wit' his guys up in heaven
Won't apologize for his death
Nigga should'a died, don't regret shit
I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check
Uh watch how the light glare when
I poke out this Patek, uh
I wish you might stare at
This choker around my neck, uh
My nigga right there
He gon' blow if he upset
I got bands on my neck
Uh, bands on my necklace, uh
Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace
Uh we just gon' spray 'em down, we get
40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh
Better not play around, when them
Demons out, it get reckless, huh
Back then we was crackin' down on the opps
We was stacking counts on that block
Steady serving hard, like Patrick Star
Tryna make a house out that rock
Catch a nigga out of bounds, and he shot
30 put a lot of rounds in that Glock
Let a nigga play around
In my stomping grounds
He gon' play wrong and get stomped
Stand over his body, that's a overkill
Keep a lil' demon by my side
Because I know he will
He off the X but he gon'
Shoot it if he sober still
Them hollow tips gon' hit his head
Fuck up his motor skills, uh
Slide 'til he wet
Hit him, if he die, no regrets
And the other side ain't a threat
Really that's just what they type on the net
Caught 'em tryna ride in the whip
We gon' send a nigga high with the jets
And that 45 like a stylist
When it shoot a guy, get him dressed
I had a nightmare, and I woke up to a check
Uh watch how the light glare when
I poke out this Patek, uh
I wish you might stare at
This choker around my neck, uh
My nigga right there
He gon' blow if he upset
I got bands on my neck
Uh, bands on my necklace, uh
Bands on my neck, uh, bands on my necklace
Uh we just gon' spray 'em down, we get
40 rounds when this TEC spit, uh
Better not play around, when them
Demons out, it get reckless, uh