Itachi Mode lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can’t goto sleep less I’m off can
RIP to trust 97 man
How the f*ck you know me
When my momma don’t
Get you cutty open like a Cantaloupe
Two peas in a pod just me and my nine
I need money lots, can’t fit parking lots
No I cannot stop, til I see you drop
My brothers is gone, I ain’t scared to die

[Verse 2]
Jheez, b*tch, I pull-up finesse and cut
b*tch, we them yungins from the block
Jheez, b*tch, I put five grams in a
Smoking backwoods by the cart
Run the money split the profit with my mans
b*tch its 2019 the f*ck, we don’t use no hands
Ball for Moe these shoes, right here cost me two bands
Yg load the gat and do his f*cking dance