Mood
Chynna Lyrics

Walk through the port with it, might smoke a 'Port in it
I casually stroll through the port carrying drugs, and might even smoke a Newport cigarette while doing so.

Snuck into court with it, slugs, fuck a fort
I illegally entered a courthouse with my gun, dislike authority, and have no desire to seek refuge behind walls.

Plug on the porch bitchin', drugs my support system
My drug dealer supplies me on the porch while complaining, and drugs are a major aspect of my life.

Love you, but don't miss it, not when I snort
I may love you, but during my drug use, I don't think about missing you.

Call me lil' corpse, losin' my mind
People call me a small dead body, and I'm slowly losing my sanity.

Eight ball tucked in my Forces, the ball's in my court
I hide an 8-ball of cocaine in my Nike Air Force sneakers, giving me control of the situation.

Make 'em play horse, need I say more?
I challenge others to a game of basketball to assert my dominance, and the reasons behind it are self-evident.

Ain't no need for remorse, you can't copy this course
There's no reason to feel regret, as no one can replicate my unique path in life.

Just keep that shit short
Keep things brief; don't waste my time.

Never read the report, I just went ghost
I never read the news reports about my criminal activities; I just disappear and go unnoticed.

Fresh off the boat with it, I had to go get it
I recently acquired something through illegal means, and I had to take the risk to obtain it.

Carry the load
I bear the weight of my illegal activities and their consequences.

Gun always loaded, I'm doing the most
I always keep my gun loaded, and I'm going above and beyond in my illegal activities.

Gettin' the bread, I think I'll make a toast
I'm making a lot of money and might celebrate with a toast.

Tour on vacation, perform in my robe
While on tour, I treat it like a vacation and perform in my comfortable clothes.

Ready to go
I'm always prepared to leave and avoid getting caught.

Kicked out of Paris, I kick back in Rome like
I got expelled from Paris but quickly moved on and relaxed in Rome.

I see the obvious
I can see what's clearly evident.

I got a problem and I get on top of it
I have an issue, but I quickly take control of it and handle it on my own.

Pocket got rocket ships
I have a lot of money in my pocket, like a spaceship.

Profit, a lot of it
I'm making a significant amount of profit from my illegal activities.

That's why they call me, I always get out of it
People call me because I'm always able to evade consequences and get away with my activities.

Niggas is counterfeit, damn
People are fake and dishonest, and it's frustrating.

I hate to see it, but I love the sound of it
I dislike the fake behavior I see, but I enjoy hearing about it.

Stay with the weed, love to flip pounds of it
I always have marijuana with me and enjoy selling large quantities of it.

Pray for a seed, don't get around to it
I hope to have a child someday but haven't gotten around to it yet.

When it come down to it
When it's all said and done.

I'm just too evil, I won't amount to shit
I'm too wicked to achieve anything significant in life.

I don't like people, can't talk me out of it either
I don't enjoy being around people, and no one can change that.

I just don't see it, believe if I dream it
I have a vision in my head, and I'll only believe it if I'm dreaming it.

But fake still a weakness, so never mind
However, being fake is still a vulnerable spot of mine, so never mind my dreams.

Playin' for keeps 'cause it's never mine
I'm playing hard and taking significant risks because nothing is truly mine.

Play with my nina, it's hammer time
I'm playing with my gun, which I refer to as 'nina,' and it's time to get serious.

Lay with a singer, he Catalan
I'm spending time with a male singer, who is from Catalonia, Spain.

Dame un beso, collectin' the queso like
Give me a kiss, I'm collecting my earnings while doing so.

Mood I get the euros and then I go home like mood I met your daddy and made him my own like too Left him in Cali, he called me a bastard, it's true Mood
Summary of the song's overall mood: I enjoy my risky criminal activities and making money, I don't care about being fake or having a family, and I'll leave anyone behind who questions my actions.