Lyrics Mood Switch - No Savage, Shy Glizzy

Mood Switch

They won’t know your name if you don’t tell them folks your government, uh\nGood in my hood, still runnin' shit\nI know what he did, nigga think he slick\nNigga snitch and disappear\nSame whip, but different year\nBetter not make me take it there\nI know bitches go for what they know, that’s why I never cared\nI was bein' humble with this money, I was never scared\nI thought I won’t never make a friend until I met the meds\nI was into spinnin', gettin' out cars and leave his homie dead\nFully stick leave him drenched, stay behind him, five percent\nI know where I come from, I’m not never tryna go again\nHe ain’t heard I fucked his bitch, it’s probably 'cause I spanked his man\nStupid shit, they think I’m a lunatic\nSoon as I chill out, I think 'bout killin', then my mood’ll switch\nWhy not snatch up his bitch and bring her out and let her suck some dick?\nIf she think she my wife after we fuck, then that bitch dumb as shit\nKeep on makin' hits\nI fell out with niggas just because I didn’t give 'em shit\nYou don’t know the feeling when you love 'em, but they still switch, uh\nBut I’m still lit, uh\nAnd I’m still turnt, uh\nAnd I’m still rich\nTell me what you see soon as you look me in my eyes, nigga, uh\nBet you know if you act stupid, you gon' die, nigga\nGlued to my block, I’m not never switchin' sides, nigga\nSay you with me, you gon' have to pick a side, nigga\nTrapper or the shooter, it ain’t hard for you to side, nigga\nI don’t sip no more 'cause I was sick of bein' tired, nigga\nWhen I’m in my city, on my block where I reside, nigga\nLet 'em say my name and we pop up and let that fire hit 'em\nThey won’t know your name if you don’t tell them folks your government, uh\nGood in my hood, still runnin' shit\nI know what he did, nigga think he slick\nNigga snitch and disappear\nSame whip, but different year\nBetter not make me take it there\nI know bitches go for what they know, that’s why I never cared\nI was bein' humble with this money, I was never scared\nI thought I won’t never make a friend until I met the meds\nI was into spinnin', gettin' out cars and leave his homie dead\nYou ain’t got your name on them bodies, why you mention them?\nSavage told me, «Bro, you ain’t too rich to come and spin again»\nI’m like Magic Johnson with them Glocks, yeah, bitch, I’m different\nI open up the door on all my opps, Jefe a gentleman\nI remember when I put ten thousand on a nigga head\nI remember I was sellin' butters just to get some bread\nI remember he was dissin' us and now that nigga dead\nPray every night I go to bed that I don’t wake up to the feds\nMeet me by the White House, I’ma serve you that Obama Runtz\nRichest niggas in the city, Glizzy Glizzy Donald Trump\nNo, we don’t fuck with Donald Trump, but nigga, we got what you want\nBaby Jamo, he got drums, nigga, we come from the slums\nThey won’t know your name if you don’t tell them folks your government, uh\nGood in my hood, still runnin' shit\nI know what he did, nigga think he slick\nNigga snitch and disappear\nSame whip, but different year\nBetter not make me take it there\nI know bitches go for what they know, that’s why I never cared\nI was bein' humble with this money, I was never scared\nI thought I won’t never make a friend until I met the meds\nI was into spinnin', gettin' out cars and leave his homie dead