[Intro]
Well, good luck, Ron
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
N***as be way too moody
N***as be way too moody
N***as be way too moody
N***as be way too moody
N***as be way too moody
N***as be way too moody
N***as be way too moody
N***as be way too moody (Yeah)

[Verse]
Wake a bitch up like a rest stop
Bitch, I move like a boss under pressure
We'll make a n***a fold like a laptop
And I'll never fold like a desktop
He a ho, she made him sleep in the wet spot
Ain't no weight, he come around with his chest out
Keepin' up with the cap, get his hat cocked
She suck dick with her hands cocked like Hancock
I'm still with the same n***as from the sandbox
I been a big dog way before Sandlot
Aim at a n***a head with the red dot
This a Nikon, it only shoot headshots
I took a flight to the Bay just to recharge
And I'm rollin' up skunk in a tree bark
N***as gotta hold an image like a PR
This baby TEC send him down to the ER
He on the 'net, n***a livin' in the VR
Where I come from, you can't have a weak heart
And my teacher told me I wouldn't be smart
But I don't trust hoes, they retards
Fuck, I'm still standin' ten toes like a leotard
I told her I ain't tryna kick it, I ain't Leonard
But I can still paint a picture like Leonard
But I ain't talkin' 'bout DiCaprio
Bitch stink, she a baddy, though
I can't lie, she got a fatty, though
But I ain't tryna FaceTime, send an addy, though
I'm still up and I ain't even need an Addy, though
I make a old bitch call a n***a "Daddy-o"
While I'm countin' on the green like Luigi
I ain't never said this shit'll be easy
I'm outside with the squad like Recess
N***as fuckin' up the game, hit reset
My boy ran through the clip, he don't need track
Ran through another clip, that's a heat check
He think he hot, cool him off with a ice pack
I go berserk and these n***as ain't like that
I took a break, then a n***a came right back
The way I feel, I ain't never gotta type that
N***as be way too moody
But they don't do nothin' but talk like a poet
How you claim that you real? You don't show that
That's how n***as gettin' stretched like a 4X
I'm steppin' on a n***a neck like a doormat
I'm startin' to think the .45 got Tourette's
We'll walk a n***a down to his doorstep
And if you make it out the 'Raq, you a war vet
[Bridge]
If you make it out the 'Raq, you a war vet
Make it out of Chiraq, you a motherfuckin' war vet
Make it out of Chicago, n***a, you a war vet
Make it out of Chi-Town, you a motherfuckin' war vet

[Chorus]
Be way too moody
N***as be way too moody
N***as be way too moody
N***as be way too moody
N***as be way too moody
N***as be way too moody
N***as be way too moody

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah