Fivio Foreign - Not In The Mood lyrics

[Intro: Fivio Foreign] Uh, yeah Baow [Chorus: Lil Tjay & Fivio Foreign] Really not in the mood right now Hennessy got me boozed right now Mama told me to stack my chips Feelin' like I can't lose right now (Uh) I see ni**as keep playin' these games They must got us confused right now Straight to the top, this ain't never gon' stop (Uh, huh) I got somethin' to prove right now (Yeah) [Verse 1: Fivio Foreign] Yeah, look, this .40'll do it (Baow) It don't even matter who shootin', huh (Nah) They gettin' mad at the movement (Uh) You got a problem what we doin'? (Uh) I saw ni**as love (I saw ni**as love) And I saw ni**as hate, huh (And I saw ni**as hate) I thought ni**as real (I thought ni**as real) But I know ni**as fake (Grrt, baow) Look, .45, that's on the waist (Huh) If they come, I do the chase (Skrrt) I couldn't breathe, runnin' from the jakes (Nah) I almost gave up every other day, huh (Ayy, ayy) We made a way, huh (We made a way) We not the same, we never relate (Nah) It's a big food for the plate It's time to go drill, I never do dates (Grrt, baow) [Verse 2: Lil Tjay] I keep a knocker, I ain't come to play ni**as be su*kin' on me like they gay But let someone run up on me, I'ma spray I got a green dot on my pole Still finna hit him if he run away I heard a couple hunnid on my soul But they see me and look the other way I don't promote but heavy on the gang sh*t If you think I'm lackin', then you brainless Hunnid K up on my neck A ni**a try to front it, I'ma make 'em famous Otherwise, I ain't finna entertain it You should get the picture I done painted I don't go nowhere without my stainless They know my body, I be movin' dangerous [Chorus: Lil Tjay] Really not in the mood right now Hennessy got me boozed right now Mama told me to stack my chips Feelin' like I can't lose right now I see ni**as keep playin' these games They must got us confused right now Straight to the top, this ain't never gon' stop I got somethin' prove right now [Verse 3: Kay Flock] Grrt, baow DOA, we got the city on lock (City on lock) Backdoor season, better have your knocks (Grrah, baow) It don't matter which Still get shot with your b*tch if you like it or not (If you like it or not) Like, let's see your kicks, don't run, don't trip when I walk in the spot, like (Don't run, don't trip) Got the drop, you get smacked with the pole for thinkin' that he hot, like (Pussy) I'm with Setty (Like), ayo Fivi' (Fivi'), where the wettys? (Where the wettys?) He tried to run in the store (Like), I ain't showin' remorse (Grrah), he get shot in the deli (Grrah) Face shot, no belly Layup, no jelly I know they that mad they freed me I ran up a milli', know they should've kept me (Grrah, grrah-grrah) [Chorus: Lil Tjay, Fivio Foreign & Kay Flock] Really not in the mood right now (Nah) Hennessy got me boozed right now (Grrt, baow) Mama told me to stack my chips (Baow) Feelin' like I can't lose right now (Grrt) I see ni**as keep playin' these games (Baow) They must got us confused right now (Uh) Straight to the top, this ain't never gon' stop (Grrah, grrah, grrah) I got somethin' to prove right now (Grrt, baow) [Outro: Fivio Foreign] Hahaha Ayy, y'all fu*kin' with them ni**as? Grrt, baow Hahaha