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)