Mood Swings (Remix) [feat. Youngn Lipz, Creed Tha Kid & Day1]

Weezy outta here
 Beast, beast
 I'm a beast
 Oh my God, mood swings
 Out of line, mood swings
 Out of time
 I was broke, I don't cry
 I'm the G.O.A.T, I'm a God
 I'm a beast, I'm a Goblin', nigga, let that shit fly
 Nigga, you don't want no problem
 I be feelin' like Batman, my niggas always robbin'
 I just got caught fuckin' my best friend, we wylin', yeah
 I put it on for my city
 They know it's day one when they talk about Breezy
 She knows I'm busy
 Trap keep ringin'
 Trap keep ringin'
 F-Fuck a mood swing when my bat start swingin' (yeah)
 Take a risk and then I dash, dash
 Double G up on my bag, bag
 I'm runnin' shit like a half back
 But you never see me pass
 Like first things first
 Free my brother from the chains
 Ain't no brother feel the same
 When you both grew up from the dirt
 It's crazy that I'm takin' all these planes
 And the mood swings change
 I will never go back to the hurt
 I can't go back to the hurt
 I can't go back to the hurt
 And word to my mother
 If I find it was a killer for my brother
 I'ma put that motherfucker in an R.I.P shirt
 I'm a beast, I'm a Goblin', nigga, let that shit fly
 Nigga, you don't want no problem
 I be feelin' like Batman, my niggas always robbin'
 I just got caught fuckin' my best friend, we wylin', yeah
 I got a check that I'm waiting to run
 All my brothers ready adding the sums
 If they talkin' aim it I'm 'on get 'em in one
 Have 'em knock 'em bang 'em like the drums
 I'm bustin' breakin' out the rooftop
 Hear the sound I earned it on my own spot
 Yeah I'm so high I'm takin' no stops
 Got the fire I'm fuckin' my mood clock
 Game too critical gotta kill this beat no criminal
 Thoughts subliminal gotta go 'fore it get too physical
 Price too minimal when you dealin' with me it get ridicule
 They not that yeah they on my back they too damn cynical
 I don't know, outta' time
 I'm so caught out of line
 Aderall analyze
 Lost my bro, lost my mind
 Want my soul, niggas want my life
 Tryna take my hoes, tryna fuck my wife
 Mood swings, sometimes I need two at a time
 Fuckin' two sets of twins, and one of them shy
 Fuck two sets of 10's like a couple of dimes
 Fuck two sets of twins like a couple of times
 Fuck few sets of twins like a couple of times
 Percocets, two times
 Percocets, never knew when to come
 Percocets, two time
 Percocets, never knew when to come
 Yeah, yeah
 YL, YL
 YL, YL, YL
 Damn
 I keep going I don't stop
 Chasin' the bag get the whole guap
 Lil' mama in her panty and a crop top
 Take her down and she go up
 Fuck around to the money she go harder
 Swear her friends call me papi I'm her father
 All this energy inside she a charger
 And her friends wanna cut call me barber
 Now they all acting up call it drama
 Believe I ain't sticking around for another my G
 Stick to the plan I Coach Carter with it
 Plant my crop clean it up like a farmer you see
 Know that I ain't going back to the reef
 I seen them bite in the streets
 Know that lil' mama she waitin' to please
 Back to a family dependin' on me
 I'm a beast
 Oh my God, mood swings
 Out of line, mood swings
 Out of time
 I was broke, I don't cry
 She's my bestie
 Never knew she was so nasty (Yeah)
 And she's so sexy
 Kissing on bitches like they lesbians (Yeah)
 Ass so fat
 Bouncing up and down like a basketball (Yeah)
 Niggas don't test me
 Snipe a nigga cheating like Wesley (Yeah)