F*cking on a thotie with my strap and my shoes on (With the trip)
Niggas real grimy can't move wrong
All white forces got a trip with beam on it (With a Beam)
Yeah I put my whole team on
Tell em turn me up bitch you know this your theme song (Ric Flair)
(Ric Flair)
Yeah you this your theme song
Daddy use to trap like 2 or 3 flip phones (It's Jet)
I had to put his shoes on
F*cking on a thotie I'm balling like scootie
These niggas be plotting what's all in your pocket
F*ck what you talking get hit with the rocket
Ain't snatching no chains you can't tap on my pockets
Running the lobby with choppas and shotties
You play with my hittas they come take your body
Smoking exotic I'm geeked out my body I'm still in game steady making deposit
I hit the wood got moving funny
My hands steady cramping can't thumb through the money
Kick a bitch out she think everything funny
You know how I'm rocking we ain't going for nothing
Niggas be fake just be round for some clout
Yo bitch steady f*cking my name your mouth
Atlanta my home bitch I came out the south
Smoking on gas... shooting ce-los and craps
Home of the trap land of the cap
You bitch in the back I'm pulling her scalp
Dick in her mouth you know what she bout
I'm digging her out then Im kicking her out
SGM Jet - Mood Lyrics
SGM Jet - Mood Lyrics
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F*cking on a thotie with my strap and my shoes on (With the trip)
Niggas real grimy can't move wrong
All white forces got a trip with beam on it (With a Beam)
Yeah I put my whole team on
Tell em turn me up bitch you know this your theme song (Ric Flair)
(Ric Flair)
Yeah you this your theme song
Daddy use to trap like 2 or 3 flip phones (It's Jet)
I had to put his shoes on
F*cking on a thotie I'm balling like scootie
These niggas be plotting what's all in your pocket
F*ck what you talking get hit with the rocket
Ain't snatching no chains you can't tap on my pockets
Running the lobby with choppas and shotties
You play with my hittas they come take your body
Smoking exotic I'm geeked out my body I'm still in game steady making deposit
I hit the wood got moving funny
My hands steady cramping can't thumb through the money
Kick a bitch out she think everything funny
You know how I'm rocking we ain't going for nothing
Niggas be fake just be round for some clout
Yo bitch steady f*cking my name your mouth
Atlanta my home bitch I came out the south
Smoking on gas... shooting ce-los and craps
Home of the trap land of the cap
You bitch in the back I'm pulling her scalp
Dick in her mouth you know what she bout
I'm digging her out then Im kicking her out
Niggas real grimy can't move wrong
All white forces got a trip with beam on it (With a Beam)
Yeah I put my whole team on
Tell em turn me up bitch you know this your theme song (Ric Flair)
(Ric Flair)
Yeah you this your theme song
Daddy use to trap like 2 or 3 flip phones (It's Jet)
I had to put his shoes on
F*cking on a thotie I'm balling like scootie
These niggas be plotting what's all in your pocket
F*ck what you talking get hit with the rocket
Ain't snatching no chains you can't tap on my pockets
Running the lobby with choppas and shotties
You play with my hittas they come take your body
Smoking exotic I'm geeked out my body I'm still in game steady making deposit
I hit the wood got moving funny
My hands steady cramping can't thumb through the money
Kick a bitch out she think everything funny
You know how I'm rocking we ain't going for nothing
Niggas be fake just be round for some clout
Yo bitch steady f*cking my name your mouth
Atlanta my home bitch I came out the south
Smoking on gas... shooting ce-los and craps
Home of the trap land of the cap
You bitch in the back I'm pulling her scalp
Dick in her mouth you know what she bout
I'm digging her out then Im kicking her out
Writer: Christopher Thedford
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