Mood Swing

Swear to God
(Ooh it's Wavy808)
I be having mood swings when I ain't on them percs, boy that shit crazy
I don't even wanna be by myself when I ain't on them bitches
I don't even wanna hang around myself when I ain't on them bitches
Bipolar as hell

Start this off we stating facts, 6 Block we got plenty hats
I'm from Hilltop Village bitch, Northside this the biggest act
I was stolo car riding, it was me and Cracka Jack
Killing opps back and forth, me and Spazz created packs
They yelling out "Who I Smoke", I'm yelling out "Up the Score"
Making niggas use they feet, ducking down and getting low
Diving all on the ground, bitch get up and blow your pole
Smoking straight dead niggas, on my body could smell they soul
In my eyes could see the blood, dirty Glock straight out the mud
VVs's teeth to feet, tsunami my water flood
In his bushes for a week, fell in love with the bugs
We don't talk on the daily, but Stony know its real love
Is my dog the biggest rat? Did D. Rose backdoor Cracka Jack?
Did D. Rose backdoor Foolio? It's crazy but that shit be facts
Did Johnathan get killed [?], that whole month I couldn't sleep
I told Durk to pick a side, but he wasn't hearing me
Vonte died weeks before, these niggas playing backdoor
I don't trust a fucking soul, but I'm steady smoking souls
They know how we rock and roll, I'm frontline through all the smoke
This my third shootout this week, I ain't get touched bitch I'm in voodoo mode
Having mood swings off percocets, headshots like fuck a vest
Put a bag on my brother head, jit finna die but he don't know it yet
Do more and I talk less, shootouts all out west
Teki died I was tryna slide, tryna leave a fuck niggas block wet
Back to back in stolen cars, 4 Glocks and 2 ARs
My momma told me I'ma star, I just pray I make it far
I just pray I see it through, hoodie on hanging out the roof
Me and bro went 2 for 2, you ain't tell then I salute
Stop faking on that molly nigga, you ain't catch no body nigga
'Bout Bibby we get busy, that ain't no threat nigga that's a promise nigga
'Bout Bibby we gon' come bitch, chop sound like a 808 drum kit
Bruh miss me with that dumb shit, we really ouside tryna slump shit
This for my all my brothers that I ain't talk to thats round the way
I know we don't communicate but I'd die for you any day
One phone call I'll lose it all, I'll pop out broad day
I love y'all for real don't let this flaw shit get in the way
Couldn't say it to y'all face cause y'all know I dont know how to vent
Sometimes I get depressed and wanna end all this shit
Just know we been rocking hard ever since we was jits
At the end of the day y'all know who I'm rocking with