Robot Mode Intro
Yo, Arz you different
Welcome to Robot Mode, ladies and gentlemen
I'm your host, Chase
I know y'all wondering why he call it Robot Mode
Cause right now I'm in a different mindset
I feel like a machine that can't shut off
Let's go, man
Let's go, man
Yeah, I'm in Robot Mode they can't shut off
Take a big swing at the game, this shit top golf
Thought I was leading you to get drunk
I'm so led, you thought I had Chrissy Teigen
Fuck this shit up and I won't stop cheating
Killing shit, niggas ain't gon' stop grieving
I strategize, I peep they defense
Take a warrior out like Vanvleet did
Let the bottom feeders keep on feeding
I got a need for fast cash, I'm a speed demon
I walk it cool and calm, I ain't freezing
Niggas feel a way I don't be speaking
Like Khaled, I'm stuck in the meeting
Sick of a nigga I'm gon' keep giving you reasons
Life's strike, but I keep on weaving
This is for my low lives, doing it up
In the future on the weekends
Fuck a first date, she ain't getting food
But I'ma stuff her face, hold my head high
On the beat, I'ma straight up nutcase
Niggas look like they wanna switch place
Till it's time to grind and get a plate
They tryna ride the wave like some Hawaiians
I be tryna get the new stick, stuff shells like an Italian
Niggas be bitching on these tracks
I'm sick and I'm crying
Pressure bust pipes and I'ma keep applying
I'm well-connected, calling me Verizon
My eye on that dollar like the Illuminati spying
Sick of this shit, feel like real niggas expiring
Lame niggas shining, I ain't really enlightening
Gave so many dope lines, I peeped the nosebleeds
Whatever he on, I'm on times three
I ain't leaning against the Ralphies
Allergic to bitch niggas, part of my allergies
The cal knock out some calories
I'ma dress y'all all the same, you could never style on me
You plain Jane niggas, straight out the factory
Niggas be fake cooking up that shit, Applebee's
Tell your bird, stop flapping to me
Buy her some new ricks, that's the owner fee
My server's ready, think twice before hacking me
Got a fortune in my hand, we're spin in Jeopardy
Niggas bug, y'all pest to me
Salty niggas, I keep the pepper in reach
When I express on the track, I ain't gotta catch the beat
This is greatness, don't think any less of me
Welcome to Robot Mode, ladies and gentlemen
I'm your host, Chase
I know y'all wondering why he call it Robot Mode
Cause right now I'm in a different mindset
I feel like a machine that can't shut off
Let's go, man
Let's go, man
Yeah, I'm in Robot Mode they can't shut off
Take a big swing at the game, this shit top golf
Thought I was leading you to get drunk
I'm so led, you thought I had Chrissy Teigen
Fuck this shit up and I won't stop cheating
Killing shit, niggas ain't gon' stop grieving
I strategize, I peep they defense
Take a warrior out like Vanvleet did
Let the bottom feeders keep on feeding
I got a need for fast cash, I'm a speed demon
I walk it cool and calm, I ain't freezing
Niggas feel a way I don't be speaking
Like Khaled, I'm stuck in the meeting
Sick of a nigga I'm gon' keep giving you reasons
Life's strike, but I keep on weaving
This is for my low lives, doing it up
In the future on the weekends
Fuck a first date, she ain't getting food
But I'ma stuff her face, hold my head high
On the beat, I'ma straight up nutcase
Niggas look like they wanna switch place
Till it's time to grind and get a plate
They tryna ride the wave like some Hawaiians
I be tryna get the new stick, stuff shells like an Italian
Niggas be bitching on these tracks
I'm sick and I'm crying
Pressure bust pipes and I'ma keep applying
I'm well-connected, calling me Verizon
My eye on that dollar like the Illuminati spying
Sick of this shit, feel like real niggas expiring
Lame niggas shining, I ain't really enlightening
Gave so many dope lines, I peeped the nosebleeds
Whatever he on, I'm on times three
I ain't leaning against the Ralphies
Allergic to bitch niggas, part of my allergies
The cal knock out some calories
I'ma dress y'all all the same, you could never style on me
You plain Jane niggas, straight out the factory
Niggas be fake cooking up that shit, Applebee's
Tell your bird, stop flapping to me
Buy her some new ricks, that's the owner fee
My server's ready, think twice before hacking me
Got a fortune in my hand, we're spin in Jeopardy
Niggas bug, y'all pest to me
Salty niggas, I keep the pepper in reach
When I express on the track, I ain't gotta catch the beat
This is greatness, don't think any less of me
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Chase
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