In That Mode.
Since I can walk, I had the sauce
Since I can talk, I been the a mack
I put my team where I can't scratch
Pack touching down Mahomes and Dak
I hit the wood, and fade away (Aye)
I shoot that bitch, Dirk with the Mavs.
I'm counting hundreds, easy math
I get that cheese like Easy Melt
I got that bread, bitch I'm the winner
I eat the beef, cooked it for dinner
I pray to God, cause I'm a sinner
I plant my dreams into fruition
Nigga talkin' like he Nike
In reality, he don't do shit
I wouldn't touch her with a pool stick
And Pro AM is how we shootin'
We the Navy, how we recruitin
I learn the streets, an A student
Dick pierced her heart but I ain't cupid
Is you stupid? Or is you foolish?
I get money just like I'm Jewish
I got them hoes like Lennox Lewis
I'm in that mode, don't make me do it
Ayye, I'm in that mode, did it again
Gave her the boot, she like to spit
Gotta swallow my cinnamon
I ain't watchin' out for haters
But truth will show in the end
No DJ Khaled, I gotta win
Again, again, again, again
Since I can walk, I head to sauce
Since I can talk, I been a mack
I put my team where I can't scratch
Pack touching down Mahomes and Dak
I hit the wood, and fade away
I shoot that bitch, Dirk with the Mavs
I'm countin' hunnids, easy math
I get that cheese like Easy Melt
Im counting cash, done caught a cramp
Last name ain't Bailey, but I'm the champ
Well respected, well connected
I'm the plug in multiple sections
I ain't a sexist, but here's a lesson
Bitch, you better have cooked some breakfast
My trap phone a Google Nexus
I pass the bitch after I test it
Damn
I'm smoking on the devil's lettuce
I'm in that mode once again
I'm riding on the beat just like it was a Schwin
My lungs black like Kunta Kin
I shit on niggas like Pigeons
I'm knocking' at the door, will somebody just let a nigga in
I mean just let a nigga in
I'm in that mode once again
Aye, aye
I'm in that mode, I'm in that mode
She gotta go, she gotta roll
I got them bowls in the house, they gotta go
I'm in that mode, I'm in that, aye
Since I can walk, I had the sauce
Since I can talk, I been a mack
I put my team where I can't scratch
Pack touching down Mahomes and Dak
I hit the wood and fade away
I shoot that bitch Dirk with the Mavs
I'm countin' hunnids, easy math
I get that cheese like Easy Melt (Easy Melt)
Since I can talk, I been the a mack
I put my team where I can't scratch
Pack touching down Mahomes and Dak
I hit the wood, and fade away (Aye)
I shoot that bitch, Dirk with the Mavs.
I'm counting hundreds, easy math
I get that cheese like Easy Melt
I got that bread, bitch I'm the winner
I eat the beef, cooked it for dinner
I pray to God, cause I'm a sinner
I plant my dreams into fruition
Nigga talkin' like he Nike
In reality, he don't do shit
I wouldn't touch her with a pool stick
And Pro AM is how we shootin'
We the Navy, how we recruitin
I learn the streets, an A student
Dick pierced her heart but I ain't cupid
Is you stupid? Or is you foolish?
I get money just like I'm Jewish
I got them hoes like Lennox Lewis
I'm in that mode, don't make me do it
Ayye, I'm in that mode, did it again
Gave her the boot, she like to spit
Gotta swallow my cinnamon
I ain't watchin' out for haters
But truth will show in the end
No DJ Khaled, I gotta win
Again, again, again, again
Since I can walk, I head to sauce
Since I can talk, I been a mack
I put my team where I can't scratch
Pack touching down Mahomes and Dak
I hit the wood, and fade away
I shoot that bitch, Dirk with the Mavs
I'm countin' hunnids, easy math
I get that cheese like Easy Melt
Im counting cash, done caught a cramp
Last name ain't Bailey, but I'm the champ
Well respected, well connected
I'm the plug in multiple sections
I ain't a sexist, but here's a lesson
Bitch, you better have cooked some breakfast
My trap phone a Google Nexus
I pass the bitch after I test it
Damn
I'm smoking on the devil's lettuce
I'm in that mode once again
I'm riding on the beat just like it was a Schwin
My lungs black like Kunta Kin
I shit on niggas like Pigeons
I'm knocking' at the door, will somebody just let a nigga in
I mean just let a nigga in
I'm in that mode once again
Aye, aye
I'm in that mode, I'm in that mode
She gotta go, she gotta roll
I got them bowls in the house, they gotta go
I'm in that mode, I'm in that, aye
Since I can walk, I had the sauce
Since I can talk, I been a mack
I put my team where I can't scratch
Pack touching down Mahomes and Dak
I hit the wood and fade away
I shoot that bitch Dirk with the Mavs
I'm countin' hunnids, easy math
I get that cheese like Easy Melt (Easy Melt)
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Writer(s): Chris Radford
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