Back In That Mode lyrics

by

PlaqueBoyMax



[Part I]

[Intro]
(Ok, you the hardest, I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
(Whole lotta, whole lotta ammo)
(Bleh)
Ayy, you know (Woah), ayy (Woah), still in this sh*t (Woah)
Can't count me out for sh*t (Woah, woah, bleh, woah)
Rrr, rrr-rrr-rrr (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Go, uh, go (Woah, woah, woah)

[Verse]
I'm back in that mode, I'm back in that zone
I'm back on that keisha
My AR long, babe, my di*k be long
Pull it out, say, "Nice to meet ya"
I might cut off the hair like Max
I'm might pull up all-black like a preacher
This bi' be bad, got tats
My watch came straight out, freezer
Came up, came straight out money
Pull up then f*cking dump it
My bm's f*cking dummys
I don't want that funky monkey
These n*ggas don't want that belt
They don't want that, come here, sonny
This chopper horny, b*tch
Pull up and come start dumpin'
Gonna die, try to speak on my cousin
Switch lane to lane with D, that's my bousin
n*gga say, "Any stain is a stain to mе"
Take his watch, make a n*gga start buzzin'
Pull up shoot sh*t down from A to Z
Show a b*tch a n*gga what he wasn't
Thеse b*tch ass n*ggas be hating me
I'ma laugh if the n*ggas is funny
[Outro]
(Top Kid Monopoly)
Y'all stay away from them dildos, man
These n*ggas don't want the belt no more, they want dildos
So y'all be careful
Y'all be—

[Part II]

[Verse]
Ayy, Rage, guess what?
n*ggas don't want that belt
Last one that spoke, got they chain took off
I was lit then a b*tch, should've see how I felt
My Glock pop, headshots, top off
We gettin' to leavin' sh*t all on the shelf
Pullin' up drop top, baby, we drive-by
We gettin' to runnin' sh*t, all out of breath, ayy
Ayy, Rage, I hope you ain't lookin' for sex (Sex)
n*ggas keep rappin', 'bout switches and di*ks
You should've known what he meant
I don't know why they ain't brought the lil' b*tch
Guess they didn't want 'em to win
Anything a n*gga heard about lil' Jace! came straight from a n*gga that f*ckin' with kids (b*tch, ayy)
Ayy, Benji (Rrr), what is your odds of duckin' a semi?
Ridin' with shots, can't get with me
Torture a n*gga, sell his kidney (Ayy)
Ayy, switchy (Switchy), clear out the crowd, get busy (Busy)
He lookin' drunk should I [?] 'em
Everybody in club getting tipsy
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