Dulio, shut up
I’m finna get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [Get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [I’m finna get in that mode
b#tch, watch me get in that mode [Get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [Get on and get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [Get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [I’m finna get in that mode
b#tch, watch me get in that mode [Get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode
Need the racks, tell ’em send that sh#t up
We don’t care what you did
We don’t care what you did, that sh#t over
With your b#tch, she gon’ bend that sh#t over
I done really put bands in the sofa
I
I can’t be ’round these n#gg#s much longer
Don’t need to know what I cop, what I need
If a n#gg# want problem with us
Brodie’s throwing up shots like Drew Brees
n#gg#, we getting money, compleshe
I got racks in this Rick Owens Fleece
I’m in love with the drum like I’m Chief
I just scored sippin’ wock for the free
I’m getting tired of me
Smoke with no love is exotic, can’t f#ck with my lunch
I know they tired of me
All of these knots and blue guap, and they ain’t getting none
Don’t think about trying me
Be cool where you walk, hit that block, bro, he ain’t got a gun
Got some wock and that’s fine with me
I am so high, you not fond of me
I’m finna get in that mode [Get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [I’m finna get in that mode
b#tch, watch me get in that mode [Get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [Get on and get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [Get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [I’m finna get in that mode
b#tch, watch me get in that mode [Get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [Mode
All my diamonds are so wet
All my diamonds on a boat [Boat, phew
f#ck that b#tch and let her go [Yeah
Back to where she come, ho
I’m rich I don’t got no change
f#ck that b#tch, I’m in a range
Water diamonds, and they hidden twenties, in the rain
We gon’ hit him with the shots, make him disappear, call him David Blaine [Buh, yeah
Walked inside the building, b#tch, my pockets f#cking living, b#tch, they on the floor [Yeah
All my money go to heaven, b#tch, I stack it up until I can’t no more [No more
Said my twizzy really get ’em, yeah, light ’em up, and get ’em gone, no more [Bang
I just wake up and take a perc and boot it up until I can’t even take no more [So high
Your favorite girl, your wifey girl, she over here, she suckin’ dick, that b#tch a wh#re [Don’t lie
It’s hard for me to fall in love with a b#tch, I kick her out, I get bored [Don’t try
Every time I’m in the mode, yeah, I’m ’bout to juice up, ’bout to hit the store [Luh crank
Yeah, every time I pour it up, double cup deuce, yeah, I’m ’bout to snore [Luh crank
Yeah, I went and pulled up the GLE, 6-speed, b#tches pull off and roar [Luh crank
If you ain’t even rock with the gang, we don’t rock with you at all, I would take you to war
I’m finna get in that mode [Get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [I’m finna get in that mode
b#tch, watch me get in that mode [Get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [Get on and get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [Get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode [I’m finna get in that mode
b#tch, watch me get in that mode [Get in that mode
I’m finna get in that mode
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