FIRE MODE lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
He got hit with that Drac' and it folded him
He broke and he ain't got no crib and he older [?]
We gon' trap and go and buy chains, them my trophies
He don't ever pass the ball to his bros, he like Kobe

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
He ain't never wanna pay his tab knowin' that he owe me
Sayin' "Kasher fell off", n*gga, you gon' have to show me
I just dropped a new chain, think it's time for a Rollie
The last time you touched a dub was from unemployment


[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
My Arabic plug ball on n*ggas like Ginóbili
My old head, he just caught a body in a stoley
A n*gga caught a body with his friends and went to jail and told them
I ain't jump in these streets, was born in it, I was chosen

[Verse 4: Kasher Quon]
It's f*cked up, one day, woke up and I was frozen
Every 'fit a few racks, spent a hundred on clothing
A hundred thousand on designer clothes
My b*tch gotta have a BBL, I like designer hoes
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
Where the bad b*tches at? I like finer hoes
I'm finna drop a lot of mixtapes, I'm in fire mode
High as hell, I'm on my fifth 'Wood, where my lighter go?
b*tch got a fat pus*y on her like a gyro
n*gga put insurance on his life, he got Geico
They hit him in his head, now it's red like shy show
My n*ggas finna slide through your hood like a slideshow
I shot a n*gga in a weird spot and he died slow

[Verse 6: Kasher Quon]
Told my driver “I ain't payin' you sh*t, you drive slow”
Two hundred in the bank, what my card decline for?
I ain't scammin', this legal money
One thing about Kasher Quon, I'ma keep some money
Told my b*tch pass the Backwood, you chiefin', honey
I ain't gotta kill no n*gga, I got people for me
Only poured up a half a line, your cup is not muddy
Just because you paid me for a feature, we is not buddies

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz & Kasher Quon]
You still livin' with your dukes, you can't have company
b*tch pulled up on her period, her cat bloody
You better stop trickin' with them b*tches and stack money
Soon as n*ggas get a couple dollars, they act funny
I don't think that lean real, that Ac’ funny
I ain't pull up in Air Force 1s, Balenci' tracks, Brodie
Every time I come outside, I got strap on me
[?] money, weed, that's why I got this backpack on me