Mode
Time to get in my mode
Telepathic through hoes
This boys really fold
Dam that shit getting old
Tell the kid that it's over
Yea yea
Warming up to this shit
Flame on it's a hit
Talking down that's a diss
You don't even get spins
Keep my head above rim
Dam
Seen the way that you moved
Can't get me out of groove
Nike Nixon so smooth
Heart beat it's bruised
Don't get it confused
I've been that dude
Since in them schools
I seen them lies
Said it was true
This shit so cruel
Yeah yeah
Now it's time to go savage
Folks asking what happening
Got time for no chatting
These pussys keep bragging
Glock 40 pants sagging
Hit shit bob sanders
These niggas are cancers
Chopper have em crunk dancing
Bad butch call me handsome
Fuckin her she a random
Yea yea
Now I'm back in my mode
Seen them breaking them codes
Bitches giving me throat
I was wishing you hope
The whole team stay a float
Couldn't fit in the boat
Now you drowning like so
Better learn to promote
This niggas are ghost
Ain't sharing your post
Yea yeah
Got me talking my shit
You ain't blasting on shit
Pulled your card you a bitch
Security guard switch shifts
NGE stack chips
Butch made run lips
Hit you do flips
Heaven next trip
Thought I was myth
More like Money Mitch
Yea yea
Got me moving real grizzly
Nike bout to drop strictly
Catching bombs cal ridly
It's about to get risky
You a mouse like Mickey
Nike being real picky
Hit her fast That's a quickie
I ain't shy got glizzys
When it's war it's a frenzy
Heart gone chest empty
Yea yea
Telepathic through hoes
This boys really fold
Dam that shit getting old
Tell the kid that it's over
Yea yea
Warming up to this shit
Flame on it's a hit
Talking down that's a diss
You don't even get spins
Keep my head above rim
Dam
Seen the way that you moved
Can't get me out of groove
Nike Nixon so smooth
Heart beat it's bruised
Don't get it confused
I've been that dude
Since in them schools
I seen them lies
Said it was true
This shit so cruel
Yeah yeah
Now it's time to go savage
Folks asking what happening
Got time for no chatting
These pussys keep bragging
Glock 40 pants sagging
Hit shit bob sanders
These niggas are cancers
Chopper have em crunk dancing
Bad butch call me handsome
Fuckin her she a random
Yea yea
Now I'm back in my mode
Seen them breaking them codes
Bitches giving me throat
I was wishing you hope
The whole team stay a float
Couldn't fit in the boat
Now you drowning like so
Better learn to promote
This niggas are ghost
Ain't sharing your post
Yea yeah
Got me talking my shit
You ain't blasting on shit
Pulled your card you a bitch
Security guard switch shifts
NGE stack chips
Butch made run lips
Hit you do flips
Heaven next trip
Thought I was myth
More like Money Mitch
Yea yea
Got me moving real grizzly
Nike bout to drop strictly
Catching bombs cal ridly
It's about to get risky
You a mouse like Mickey
Nike being real picky
Hit her fast That's a quickie
I ain't shy got glizzys
When it's war it's a frenzy
Heart gone chest empty
Yea yea
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Writer(s): Jaime Nixon-alark
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