[Intro] The Crimson Chin [Chorus] My mood flicks back like a backflip Summersault man for a gram, no math quiz Add it up, take a way some dank, get bank on bank, that’s gang biz, uh My mood flip back like a b*tch on the blob I’m floating like a tampon in a bog, man I’m a G-O-Ding in no God man I beat it easy, no socks man [Verse 1] What? I was speaking to the profits and I told 'em: "Run they pockets", they were shook All the profits I just took, that’s a one way ticket to the hood, call it hell might as well Spit my final sentence in a cell, call it jail What the hell, man? What the hell? Smoking Cali', what a smell, man
If you want it, come and bell man, I tell, man [Chorus] My mood flicks back like a backflip Summersault man for a gram, no math quiz Add it up, take a way some dank, get bank on bank, that’s gang biz, uh My mood flip back like a b*tch on the blob I’m floating like a tampon in a bog, man I’m a G-O-Ding in no God man I beat it easy, no socks man [Verse 2] I don’t talk the talk, I hit first I don’t talk the talk, I hit first I don’t talk the talk, I hit first I hit first, yeah I'm a mood swings, I'm a mood swings I'm a mood swings I'm -, I'm a- I'm a mood swings, I'm a mood swings fu*k it [?]