Baby Pullup - Mood Swings Lyrics

Purple brand for the denim, but the rack's pink and green
My lil' bitch keep throwin' tantrums, she just want some dick from me
Put some ice up on my arm, know my haters sick to see
Speakin' bad up on my name, yo ass need some listerine
I done swung the K on niggas, I done put some pape on niggas
I done slimed a nigga for that work, watch the way I slither
My lil' bro don't need a gun, cause he can't control his temper
She said, what you do for fun? Baby, I'm a gang member
Bro just copped some V.S. ones, it look like his chain glitter
Why the hell would I chase hoes? I don't even chase liquor
Bro just copped a brick and got it off, he ain't a babysitter
I promote sellin' work, I am not a public figure
I was in a good mood today, so I might not tax
Nigga keep on tryna sell me work, this is not thrax
Nigga put a K behind the issue, he a opp pack
Up the K, aiming at his face, same place where his jaw's strap
You could bang my line, sellin' platters like some soul food
They like, why your play keep twitchin? Shit, that's what that dope do
Put a chopper down and beat a nigga ass like Goku
See my ex in public, but ain't say shit, that bitch old news
Eight piece on me chicken, I been flippin, I been workin
Nigga come around and disappear, he got me nervous
Askin' police questions, cut him off, I think he workin
Nina gets to clappin, that shit sound like she be twerkin
21 racks on me right now, shit, I'm just like Tiki Barber
I went ghost, she askin' where I been, I'm like Mr. Carter
Lil bro got the nine, get a bucket, ooh, Tony Parker
I just spilled some lean on my right hand, it made me a little darker