Pop Smoke – Mood Swings (ft. Lil Tjay) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Posthumously. Pop Smoke unveils “Mood Swings” featuring Lil Tjay. Listen, stream, watch video, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Kiwi, Dizzy Banko & The Beat Menace.

Pop Smoke Mood Swings

Pop Smoke’s posthumous album Shoot For The Stars, Aim For The Moon has officially been certified platinum, racking up over 1.5 billion streams in the United States. The project is a bop from beginning to end, but there are some highlights along the way, including “Mood Swings” with Lil Tjay.

The song showcases just how talented Pop Smoke was, getting in his singing bag as Lil Tjay also flexes his musical prowess. The track has been blowing up on social media and, with the album going plat today, Pop’s team decided now was the perfect occasion to release the music video.

The video follows some baddies, including Jordyn Woods, Dylan, and Dakota Gonzalez, as they take on the day, driving in a foreign whip and enjoying their day in the Hills. They spend some time by the pool, fool around in the mirror as they get their hair right, and more. Lil Tjay does not appear in the clip.

Pop Smoke – Mood Swings (ft. Lil Tjay) (prod. Kiwi, Dizzy Banko & The Beat Menace)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Pop Smoke & Lil Tjay]
(Mood swings)
Oh, you ain’t know I could sing? (Oh, oh, oh)
Hahaha (Yeah)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Lil Tjay]
Shorty a lil’ baddie (She a lil’ baddie)
Shorty my lil’ boo thing (Boo thing)
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I fuck without a rubber
I nutted on the covers
And I kept it undercover
‘Cause I don’t kiss and tell (Kiss and tell)

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke & Lil Tjay]
Every time I fuck, she call me daddy
My lil’ mama nasty
I see the pussy through the panties (Whatever you want)
She taste like candy
She a queen, like Nefertiti
Uh oh, my lil’ mama sittin’ pretty
And we be shoppin’ through the city (Oh, oh)
I gave her keys to the Bentley (Woah, woah)
Get off your knees, you don’t gotta cry to me
I’m your best friend, baby, you don’t gotta lie
I’ll get you everything that you want and that you need from Chanel to Celine
It’s on you to decide
Valentino, yeah, I put you in the best
Start liftin’ up your dress, start kissin’ on your neck (Oh no, no)
Start rubbin’ on your butt, start massagin’ your breasts
I ain’t wanna give you a baby just yet, so I backed out and nutted on your breasts
I put you in a Uber (Uber) and sent you to your bed (Oh)
The very next day (Oh), you sent me a text (Oh)
You pulled up to the crib and we did it again (Oh, oh)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Lil Tjay]
Shorty a lil’ baddie (She a lil’ baddie)
Shorty my lil’ boo thing (Boo thing)
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I fuck without a rubber
I nutted on the covers
And I kept it undercover
‘Cause I don’t kiss and tell (Ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Tjay & Pop Smoke]
You know, I never found love until I looked into your eyes (Until I looked into your eyes)
First time blushin’, I ain’t even gon’ lie (Ain’t even gon’ lie)
Four rounds in, leavin’ bruises on your thighs
You the only bitch could make me spin off on the guys
And the only bitch that make me wanna nut when I’m inside
It’s your vibe, leave with me you gettin’ high
Girl, ain’t bitches fuckin’ wit’ you even if they tried
She a tsunami, I ain’t never felt it dry
Close my eyes while I sleep, hope you be there when I wake
Honestly, I feel the vibe we have is great
And if there’s something in your mind, you can tell me
And if I told you what’s on mine, would you help me?
You gon’ see the bigger picture, it’s just gon’ take time
Just because you mine, I’ma keep you lookin’ like a dime
Ain’t no imperfections, girl, you fine
Baby, what’s your sign?
I hope you ain’t against the slow grind
(Work, work, it’s me and you) Me and you
Keep it silent, there ain’t nothin’ we can’t do
Through the storm, baby, we can make it through
Why you actin’ brand new? You know you my lil’ boo, yeah
Got up on my Birkin, it’s workin’
She said she a virgin (It’s hurtin’)
She my biggest fan, she always lurkin’
And she know I’m a man, I’ma put that work in
I know she can’t stand me, I’m fancy
So I’ma bring her out when I get my Grammy
Late night sex, she can’t find her panties
Couldn’t hold it in, now she need a plan B

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Lil Tjay]
Shorty a lil’ baddie
She my lil’ boo thing
And shorty got the fatty (Shorty got the fatty)
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I fuck without a rubber
I nutted on her covers
And I kept it undercover
‘Cause I don’t kiss and tell