"Not In The Mood Pt 2" lyrics
(feat. Macho 8OH, Assassin & Melly G)
Shh (Baow-baow-baow, nigga), ASSASIN
Like, yeah
Baow, dickhead
And we smokin' mad dead niggas, nigga
Grrah, we gon' spin through the 'Bridge, leave 'em in a river
We smokin' JayRip, Rippy, Nazzy
JayRip again, again and again
Ah, fuck everything
Like, word to my dead, nigga
Suck my dick, nigga, DOA-K, nigga (Like-like)
I'm 'bout to shoot
Like, we was thirteen, tryna hop out and 'oot
Like, bitch, on the Rey', .32 go ku'
Like, on the Sev', they all flew
Like, I was in the spot with the Trends and the Woos
We gon' play duck-duck-goose, like (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Hit him and watch how he drop
Like, Jack got the broom, so I got the mop
Like, word to my mother they shot
Like, who got that? They know my bop
Baow, baow, that's the sound of the grraow
Smokin' who? Put the gun in her mouth
Like, on the Sev', we gon' throw couple rounds
Do a drill, then we in then we out
Like, tryna flick, but the fuck nigga bounced
Like, smokin' dead niggas by the ounce
Like, go ask my opps, they know what we 'bout
Better move out the way when I yell out, "What's gunnin'?"
Look, like, he hear the shots
Try to run, but the bullets is quick
He could be fast, but my gun gon' be faster
Shoot first, I'ma never shoot back
Line me, man, I bet I'ma clap her
Get with me, that's impossible mission
He can't get close to the Jet, I'ma clip him
Spin they block with a couple of shots
We get low from the sirens
He cannot run from the G
They gon' be sick when they find how we did him
Fell in love with a gun, now I'm back
Got no time for the ones in the back
They gon' be sick when they see how we winnin'
Get the fuck out my face, bitch, I'm not in the mood
On the Court', tryna gun up a Goon
They say you a rat, bitch, your death death gon' be soon
That's a opp, get him left like balloons
Gotta watch where these niggas, these niggas be fool
Backdoor who? Y'all know what we do
756, man, them bullets gon' do, dickhead
And go get back for your group
And these pockets gon' fuck up my temper
Made it hot for me, summer to winter
Thrillers, no, we not makin' no thrillers
Five-star movies when we in the picture
He got hit, never got it together
G23, this is not a Beretta
They keep [?], they gotta do better
[?]
If I run into Dudey', then I'm tossin'
Leave a hole in his head like a dolphin
Gotta keep thinkin' he crazy, I'ma show him he not
Just by layin' him down in a coffin
Like, what? Who really on it?
Not in the mood, I want this emotion
He got hit, what is he doin'?
Only the 8, we don't do no recruitments
Oh, that's the opp, I'm 'bout to lose it
On the E-way, we was just cruisin'
I think that's the cops, I'ma just zoom it
Got G in the back, so I cannot stop
They get up close, I'm losin' my top
One-eighty the dash, I'm goin' too fast
Two hands on the wheel, I hope I don't crash
I don't care what I do, I'm not goin' out last
I'm not goin' like [?], nigga
Suck my dick, nigga
Like, yeah
Baow, dickhead
And we smokin' mad dead niggas, nigga
Grrah, we gon' spin through the 'Bridge, leave 'em in a river
We smokin' JayRip, Rippy, Nazzy
JayRip again, again and again
Ah, fuck everything
Like, word to my dead, nigga
Suck my dick, nigga, DOA-K, nigga (Like-like)
I'm 'bout to shoot
Like, we was thirteen, tryna hop out and 'oot
Like, bitch, on the Rey', .32 go ku'
Like, on the Sev', they all flew
Like, I was in the spot with the Trends and the Woos
We gon' play duck-duck-goose, like (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Hit him and watch how he drop
Like, Jack got the broom, so I got the mop
Like, word to my mother they shot
Like, who got that? They know my bop
Baow, baow, that's the sound of the grraow
Smokin' who? Put the gun in her mouth
Like, on the Sev', we gon' throw couple rounds
Do a drill, then we in then we out
Like, tryna flick, but the fuck nigga bounced
Like, smokin' dead niggas by the ounce
Like, go ask my opps, they know what we 'bout
Better move out the way when I yell out, "What's gunnin'?"
Look, like, he hear the shots
Try to run, but the bullets is quick
He could be fast, but my gun gon' be faster
Shoot first, I'ma never shoot back
Line me, man, I bet I'ma clap her
Get with me, that's impossible mission
He can't get close to the Jet, I'ma clip him
Spin they block with a couple of shots
We get low from the sirens
He cannot run from the G
They gon' be sick when they find how we did him
Fell in love with a gun, now I'm back
Got no time for the ones in the back
They gon' be sick when they see how we winnin'
Get the fuck out my face, bitch, I'm not in the mood
On the Court', tryna gun up a Goon
They say you a rat, bitch, your death death gon' be soon
That's a opp, get him left like balloons
Gotta watch where these niggas, these niggas be fool
Backdoor who? Y'all know what we do
756, man, them bullets gon' do, dickhead
And go get back for your group
And these pockets gon' fuck up my temper
Made it hot for me, summer to winter
Thrillers, no, we not makin' no thrillers
Five-star movies when we in the picture
He got hit, never got it together
G23, this is not a Beretta
They keep [?], they gotta do better
[?]
If I run into Dudey', then I'm tossin'
Leave a hole in his head like a dolphin
Gotta keep thinkin' he crazy, I'ma show him he not
Just by layin' him down in a coffin
Like, what? Who really on it?
Not in the mood, I want this emotion
He got hit, what is he doin'?
Only the 8, we don't do no recruitments
Oh, that's the opp, I'm 'bout to lose it
On the E-way, we was just cruisin'
I think that's the cops, I'ma just zoom it
Got G in the back, so I cannot stop
They get up close, I'm losin' my top
One-eighty the dash, I'm goin' too fast
Two hands on the wheel, I hope I don't crash
I don't care what I do, I'm not goin' out last
I'm not goin' like [?], nigga
Suck my dick, nigga
