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SD Muni – What A Mood Lyrics

SD Muni – What A Mood Lyrics

What a mood
For the bands how low will you stoop (aye)
Henny in my cup on loop
I want ice, two scoops

My OG made clear reservations
No laptop but his Mac booked
Sauce on spill, bro done it like Manny in Hancock (whip whip)
I need to get them verses
Fans tellin’ me that they stand hooked
Made a killing off trap, these fashion shows
No need to explain, had his cat walk
Mileage done on my feet, so numb
So trust me this trip I’m hatin’ (oi)
I never knew about makin’ it, it’s all patience
Love me a Blasian, I’m still ragin’
My YG complacent, I found placement
Around mixin’ with Fentanyl like bacon
Tax evadin’, fuck my paigons
I stay facin’
Gotta stay weary, streets are cold
Only ride that I got, man (rah!)
My wrist bruised, I got ice
I want ice still, frostbites
Only if you knew what I do to get paid
I don’t jump on beats cuh I got rhyme
What the fuck is this mad girl doin’
She came from kway, she ain’t even talk right
Making rap
Things get wrapped
Let’s hit waps
Stains went off [?]
The lean had my bro leanin’
Love the feelin’, you can get that or Sprite (aye)
Off white on an off night
I stay on so you can’t really off man
And like Ian I stuck with a Ball
My marge [?] only thing that I got right

What a mood
For the bands how low will you stoop (aye)
Henny in my cup on loop
I want ice, two scoops
I can’t let a chick in no more, I
Flown that coop, let me spin this coupe (coupe coupe)
Who am I to lose
Cups in the air, what a mood (aye)
What a mood
For the bands how low will you stoop (aye)
Henny in my cup on loop
I want ice, two scoops
I can’t let a chick in no more, I
Flown that coop, let me spin this coupe (coupe coupe)
Who am I to lose
Cups in the air, what a mood (aye)

I know about pressure pressure, hold dat pressure (pressure)
Can’t stop til I’m out with my team
So we can’t Chilwell, no Leicester
In this mouth, I filled with it with T
Big bro may fill it with extra
With the flay, you can go and ask Rick, cuh
Leave this game til I do this better
Upsettin’, upsettin’
I can’t do with CB settings
I had slots that I had to complete
Can’t do it like chop, I’m bettin’, I’m bettin’
I still scream fuck 12, if you’s jettin’
Grab me a something that knows how to move
Long story short, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’
I’m hittin’ up meals in my Lyca
We’re flexin’ right (woosh)
Bruddah
Still with the same circle, man is virgin tight
No need to put trust in anotha (my don)
These weirdos learned how to sing (yes)
Someone find me the red buzza
I’ve been telling myself I’m slumba
But I just made bulk on notes my lova (pow)

What a mood
For the bands how low will you stoop (aye)
Henny in my cup on loop
I want ice, two scoops
I can’t let a chick in no more, I
Flown that coop, let me spin this coupe (coupe coupe)
Who am I to lose
Cups in the air, what a mood (aye)
What a mood
For the bands how low will you stoop (aye)
Henny in my cup on loop
I want ice, two scoops
I can’t let a chick in no more, I
Flown that coop, let me spin this coupe (coupe coupe)
Who am I to lose
Cups in the air, what a mood (aye)