MOODY (Balmain Freestyle) lyrics

[Hook: Zaya & Yobi Bryant]
Roll up a doobie (smoke) (yeah)
f*ck it, I'm moody
She like a juicy fruit (bubble butt) (ooh)
I make that booty move (yeah)
Don't wanna groupie (whoa, no) (yeah)
Damn I'm so choosy
We make the movie shoot, aye (ooh)
We need the Uzi loot (yeah)

[Post Hook: Zaya & Yobi Bryant]
Yeah I go stupid b*tch (stupid)
Groovy like Q lil b*tch (stupid)
Don't press me I do this sh*t (yeah)
Test me, I'm moody b*tch (aye, aye)
Flexin, I'm bout my biz (ooh)
Act like you know the kid (yeah, yeah)
They just be blowin' the bid (yeah, yeah)
Now they be blowin' my lid (yeah)

[Verse 1: Yobi Bryant]
Blowin' my lid, blowin' the bid
You should be blowin' the kid
Roll up the piff, that’s like a zip
That’s how you black up the lips
Yobi the sh*t, word to my chick (muah)
On my meat like whiz, yamean?
Zay stay high like mezzanine (yeah)
f*ck n*gga can’t flex on me
You and I really ain’t ballin' the same
Like Hardaway to Chamberlain (b*tch, I'm ballin')
I’m scuba diving when I call ya main
That jaw insane, I make it rain (yah)
She moody when I do the David Blaine (ghost)
She think I’m playin' the games (nope)
I was just making a gain (ho)
She was just chasing fame

And no I ain’t f*ckin that bih with the rubber
She love when I f*ck her like all day
No I ain’t rocking that Old Navy denim
My linen from Paris that's Balmain, yeah (yeah)

Look at my drip (drip drip)
Don’t tell me sh*t (can't tell me sh*t)
b*tch I'm lit (lit lit)
Bic lit (aye, bic bic)

My diamonds cooler like Vick’s (ice)
Running sh*t like Michael Vick (yeah)
My shooters stay in the mix (piped)
Henny-champagne mix (yeah)
Scrollin' wit us don’t clique, b*tch
Sippin on SOP we lit (SOP got me moody)
[Hook: Zaya & Yobi Bryant]
Roll up a doobie (smoke) (yeah)
f*ck it, I'm moody
She like a juicy fruit (bubble butt) (ooh)
I make that booty move (yeah)
Don't wanna groupie (whoa, no) (yeah)
Damn I'm so choosy
We make the movie shoot, aye (ooh)
We need the Uzi loot (yeah)

[Post Hook: Zaya & Yobi Bryant]
Yeah I go stupid b*tch (stupid)
Groovy like Q lil b*tch (stupid)
Don't press me I do this sh*t (yeah)
Test me, I'm moody b*tch (aye, aye)
Flexin, I'm bout my biz (ooh)
Act like you know the kid (ooh)
They just be blowin' the bid (ooh)
Now they be blowin' my lid (yeah)

[Verse 2: Seen $o]
Off two percs, got me moody (I'm turnt)
I been 'bout it since the juvey (since birth)
I ain't throwin' shade, I'll throw them things
Won't throw the fade, Lil Boosie (nah uh)
I ain't eat today, but I smoked today
Got a n*gga feelin' all woozy (God damn)
Banana clips at ya cantaloupe
Straight turn a n*gga to a smoothie (grra, grra grra)
Baggin' the work at the crib and I'm scalin' it out for them n*ggas that doubt (it's Seen)
Shawty keep begging to f*ck me, I think she ugly, I just want her for the mouth
After you empty it out, you cannot lounge, baby girl gotta bounce (no kickback)
Straight to the store, I need a sweet or a stout, rollin' up by the ounce (that sack)

I gotta get it and go (go)
I pick up my whip then I roll ([?])
Valentino on my sneaks, yeah, camoflauge right on the toe (whoa)
Any jeans they Balmain, they costin' more than your car note (note)
Burnt the bridge with the plug, but I still made it right back on the boat (haha)

n*ggas be talkin' that sh*t but we spinnin' them whips
Pull up and they b*tch (what, you say bro?)
Soon as we droppin' the tint
All of a sudden speech impediments (he b*tchin')
Like, uh oh, I'm sorry
I ain't wanna get it in
I just wanna be a friend
Like ard n*gga
Let me f*ckin' count to ten
Or we spinnin' it again

[Hook: Zaya, Yobi Bryant, & Seen $o]
Roll up a doobie (smoke) (yeah)
F-F-f*ck it, I'm moody
She like a juicy fruit (ooh)
I make that booty move (yeah)
Don't wanna groupie (whoa, no) (yeah)
Damn I'm so choosy
We make the movie shoot, aye (ooh)
We need the Uzi loot (yeah) (God damn)

[Post Hook: Zaya & Yobi Bryant]
Yeah I go stupid b*tch (stupid)
Groovy like Q lil b*tch (stupid)
Don't press me I do this sh*t (yeah)
Test me, I'm moody b*tch (aye, aye)
Flexin, I'm bout my biz (ooh)
Act like you know the kid (ooh)
They just be blowin' the bid (miss that)
Now they be blowin' my lid (yeah, yeah, yeah)