​trump mode. lyrics

[Intro]
(Hey, Armaan, am I invited?)
(Clayco on the beat)
Top Floor Boss

[Chorus]
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Walk in this b*tch, and I'm fresh as f*ck, b*tch
And my boy came up in this b*tch with a lil' stick
Play with this sh*t and yo' ass gettin' hit
Just like a blunt, b*tch, we in here lit
I'm drippin' all black sh*t, Maybach, Rick
Yes, I came with my b*tch, but I'm lookin' for b*tches
I was down on my di*k, but I came up on riches
And my diamonds, they hittin', your b*tch tryna get me (They is)
Walk in this b*tch and I'm shinin' like Christmas
Can't hit your mans up, got his ass jiggin'
In the VIP with your b*tch and I'm tryna get jiggy
b*tch, I'm goin' Trump mode, f*ck all these n*ggas

[Verse 1: Slimesito]
And I just f*cked this b*tch, finna f*ck his sister
I'm shootin' these n*ggas, I'm feelin' like Hitler
I'm Son of a plug, man, I'm far from a dealer
I'm smokin' this Zaza, the backwood vanilla
Got tatts on your face, but you far from a killer
I'm shootin' sh*t up, man, I'm like Reggie Miller
These n*ggas talk tough, but I know they don't want no smoke
That body just got me in love with that gun smoke
I give him my plug, he get slimed for a truckload
I front the whole block with them keys, that's an unload
I shoot the whole clip, then you know I'm gon' reload
I just shoot three n*ggas, but this ain't no [?]
On time with the [?], on top with Gambino
I'm doin' my thing, I'm not askin' permisso' (On gang)
Yeah, n*ggas get shot through the peep hole
You know I'm [?], you know what I [?]
I step on the bricks when I remix the kilo
Your b*tch in Dior, and she from Puerto Rico
[Verse 2: Nezzus]
Yeah
Rollin' up back to back dead opps
I got a shooter, he comin' for [?]
All of this drip, and it's deadstock
I got your b*tch suckin' di*k in a headlock
I'm a real rockstar, I'm dyin' my dreadlocks
I got a white bih' who playin' with tan rock
I can't trust you, I'm ridin' with three Glocks
This ain't that, b*tch, you know we ain't goin'
Diamonds and money got your b*tch ho'ing
Step in that b*tch and I got hundreds showin'
All of these weapons, this sh*t like the Trojan
Related through money, can't have no emotion
Deep in that b*tch and I'm floatin'
All of this money, the motion
I'm only chasin' the token
Young n*gga, I am not jokin' (Clayco, on the beat)
Ball in this b*tch like I'm [?]

[Chorus]
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh, uh, yeah (Yeah)
Walk in this b*tch, and I'm fresh as f*ck, b*tch
And my boy came up in this b*tch with a lil' stick
Play with this sh*t and yo' ass gettin' hit
Just like a blunt, b*tch, we in here lit
I'm drippin' all black sh*t, Maybach, Rick
Yes, I came with my b*tch, but I'm lookin' for b*tches
I was down on my di*k, but I came up on riches
And my diamonds, they hittin', your b*tch tryna get me (They is)
Walk in this b*tch and I'm shinin' like Christmas
Can't hit your mans up, got his ass jiggin'
In the VIP with your b*tch and I'm tryna get jiggy
b*tch, I'm goin' Trump mode, f*ck all these n*ggas
(f*ck n*ggas)