Beast Mode lyrics

[Intro]
RBE x SOB THAT'S THE GANG b*tchFrom Parts Unknown

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Let's get the sh*t bappin'
Daddy to yo' b*tch but wit' you she a bast*rd
b*tch want di*k so I let the b*tch have it
Was a good girl till I left the b*tch ratchet
A n*gga diss us think twice 'bout yo life first
f*ck feelin' down stupid head I get hype first
Wanna get her hair pulled b*tch met the right j*rk
Water on my neck bust down Crystal Geyser

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
How you stupid n*ggas shooters never shot sh*t?
Catch yo ass tie you up you a hostage
Smoking cookie in the cloud that's a c*ckpit
Opp n*gga slide down meet the chopstick
Tired of yo voice stupid n*gga stop talkin'
f*ck squaring up I'll get this b*tch sparkin'
4-4 bulldog let it start barkin'
b*tch I got good wood come and start carvin'

[Verse 3: DaBoii]
Glock with the stick let it bust like a orgy
Clip pokin' out hoes think that I'm horny
My door kick downers in yo house like they Cory
Keep talkin' hot on the net till we torch em
[Verse 4: Yhung T.O.]
Yo bro go missin' gotta find him like Dory
Leave em wit' the fishes, aww damn he really Dory
And I'm tapped in with the plug but I'm cordless
You n*ggas ain't a part of the family you a orphan

[Verse 5: DaBoii]
New wave and we started this sh*t
Big ass Glock and I startle this b*tch
Cooks in the wood I be sparkin' that sh*t
And it's strictly only gang you ain't a part of that b*tch

[Verse 6: Yhung T.O.]
.40 shells goin' through his chest rip his torso
When we gone keep killin' n*ggas till the score gone
f*ck around come home see ya door gone
Brodie in the back wit' the strap like some cornrows

[Verse 7: DaBoii]
I, don't, f*ck, with n*ggas
Why, don't, y'all, f*ckin' get it
New, chop, a f*ckin' midget
Talk, dumb, and be a victim

[Verse 8: Yhung T.O.]
I, can't, trust these b*tches
I gotta keep extensions
Fine like a f*ckin' ticket
Hit it leave a f*ckin' dent in
[Verse 9: DaBoii]
.22 in the stick RIP Tutu
And I won't shake yo hand b*tch I'm too cool
SOB x RBE we some loose screws
T.O. in the back wrong move he'll shoot you

[Verse 10: Yhung T.O.]
Glock fresh out the box that's a brand new
Catch a opp watch him drop killed his mans too
And his bro and his b*tch and his friends too
All these muthaf*ckin' styles I'm a damn crew

[Verse 11: DaBoii]
Zip-lock with the lips better seal 'em
Love'll get you killed, knock you down, Keri Hilson
b*tch go to hell, all that swallowin' my children
RIP Mac Dre b*tch myself I be feelin'

[Verse 12: Yhung T.O.]
All these f*ckin' foreign's on the block meet the dealer
Slide down hot on his block meet the killers
Brodie bro keep a tool Bob the Builder
When I go deep I'm a beast, I'm a wielder

[Verse 13: DaBoii]
Keep you? I can barely keep you company
When that time comes dear God pray you come for me
Whole lotta walkin' licks brought the tongues with me
Everywhere I go b*tch I gotta bring the thugs with me
[Verse 14: Yhung T.O.]
Trust you? sh*t I barely trust my damn self
Pass bro the Glock nah I'd rather shoot my damn self
Let you shoot me? I'd rather shoot my damn self
If ya mans down hold him up be a damn shelf

[Verse 15: DaBoii]
All you b*tches funny, what you think I slap my knee for?
All this knee slappin' God damn where my knees go
b*tch whole gang in the door y'all the peepholes
b*tch I feel like Marshawn I'm in beastmode

[Verse 16: Yhung T.O.]
It be real in the field so we keep poles
If she can make it disappear that's a deepthroat
When you that n*gga to these b*tches that's a cheat code
Keep a extra clip let it rip then I reload