"Back In That Mode" lyrics

(That shit junkie as fuck, some junkie nigga shit)
Huh, uh-huh, uh
Doo, no, no, no, no
Phew, doo, no, no, no, no
Mm, right back in that mode, I swear to God, nigga, I ain't goin' broke
Right back in that mode, I swear to God, these niggas—
Uh, uh

Right back in that mode, I swear to God, nigga, I ain't goin' broke
Amiri on my coat, '93 gas, blowin' Texaco
Real trapper, I can get my hands on any drug you want
Weed, base and blow, nigga pull up on me, I'm at the corner store
Freaky-ass lil' bitch, she tryna fuck me, want me to drop my lo'
Made two hundred bands, I fucked off and went and got some more
Your baby mama with me in the passenger seat, panties to the floor
You better be glad I ain't fuck that bitch, I just got some throat, nigga

Do, no, no, no, no (Phew, phew, phew)
Do, no, no, no, no (Swear to God)
Uh

Uh-huh, uh, ballin' like I'm fuckin' Pistol Pete, that Draco on the seat
Keyboard on me, get a nigga erased, control, alt, delete
Claimin' you want smoke, I put a pussy nigga in a Grabba Leaf
Ridin' 'round with S Tip the Shocker but I ain't Master P
Freaky-ass lil' bitch she tryna suck my semen through my jeans
Saved her number under Rick James 'cause she a super freak
Poor-ass nigga rockin' moissanite, niggas ain't foolin' me
I'ma up that pistol and make you sweat but I ain't talkin' Keith

Right back in that mode, I swear to God, nigga, I ain't goin' broke
Amiri on my coat, '93 gas, blowin' Texaco
Real trapper, I can get my hands on any drug you want
Weed, base and blow, nigga pull up on me, I'm at the corner store
Freaky-ass lil' bitch, she tryna fuck me, want me to drop my lo'
Made two hundred bands, I fucked off and went and got some more
Your baby mama with me in the passenger seat, panties to the floor
You better be glad I ain't fuck that bitch, I just got some throat, nigga

Do, no, no, no, no (Phew, phew, phew)
Do, no, no, no, no (Swear to God)