"SPORTMODE" lyrics
(Beep, beep, beep)
Cocaine music, we love to sell crack!
Real fentanyl music
(Beep, beep)
VVS the drum, ice out the Nine (Splash, splash)
Went to school with my gun, like Columbine (Boop, boop, boop, Yung Plane Krash)
I started out selling white powdered dimes (Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat)
Bad bitches, sniffin' white powder lines (Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat)
I graduated to white-collar crimes (Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat)
Mansion off the grid, Rottweiler signs (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Count a million in the crib, nine-thousand times (Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat)
Hit him in the rib, knife come out his spine, ugh (Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo)
Carol Christian kicks, ugh, that's my favorite drip, ugh (Splash, splash)
Fuckin' on this Christian bitch, but I'm a Satanist (Holy shit!)
My baby pistol bitch, the only thing I babysit, ugh (Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo)
Making tissues rip, hit 'em with this eighty clip, ugh
Big 3-8-0, that's my fuckin' baby stick
Ain't no rental whip, pull up like a navy ship
AMG kit, GLE Mercedes drip
Inside, mashed potato, like my gravy dip
Mixin' tus and tris, but I'm takin' baby sips
Throwin' bullets at ya car door (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Go to war, like Star Wars (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Off the top floor, parkour (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
I'm the dark lord, sharp sword (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Shadow-
B-b-big racks, I'm a crack dealer, uh
Bitch wack, you a catfisher, uh
Ricks waxed, with the black zippers, uh
Flip packs, smell like cat litter, uh
Bricks to coke, I'm a pack shipper, uh
Lift ya soul, I'm a caterpillar, aah
Slit ya throat, like the Jack Ripper, uh
Pirate boat, on the black river, uh
Heart cold, make your back shiver, uh
Morse code, FBI snap pictures, uh
Change my wardrobe, mix and match, Saint Laurent
Ranger sports mode, triple-black, napalm, uh
When that torch blow, hit his hat, face gone
Throwin' bullets at ya car door (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Go to war, like Star Wars (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Off the top floor, parkour (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
I'm the dark lord, sharp sword (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Throwin' bullets at ya car door (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Go to war, like Star Wars (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Off the top floor, parkour (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
I'm the dark lord, sharp sword (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
I'm being gang-stalked by the CIA
And they put a chip in my brain
Cocaine music, we love to sell crack!
Real fentanyl music
(Beep, beep)
VVS the drum, ice out the Nine (Splash, splash)
Went to school with my gun, like Columbine (Boop, boop, boop, Yung Plane Krash)
I started out selling white powdered dimes (Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat)
Bad bitches, sniffin' white powder lines (Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat)
I graduated to white-collar crimes (Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat)
Mansion off the grid, Rottweiler signs (Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Count a million in the crib, nine-thousand times (Gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat)
Hit him in the rib, knife come out his spine, ugh (Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo)
Carol Christian kicks, ugh, that's my favorite drip, ugh (Splash, splash)
Fuckin' on this Christian bitch, but I'm a Satanist (Holy shit!)
My baby pistol bitch, the only thing I babysit, ugh (Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo)
Making tissues rip, hit 'em with this eighty clip, ugh
Big 3-8-0, that's my fuckin' baby stick
Ain't no rental whip, pull up like a navy ship
AMG kit, GLE Mercedes drip
Inside, mashed potato, like my gravy dip
Mixin' tus and tris, but I'm takin' baby sips
Throwin' bullets at ya car door (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Go to war, like Star Wars (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Off the top floor, parkour (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
I'm the dark lord, sharp sword (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Shadow-
B-b-big racks, I'm a crack dealer, uh
Bitch wack, you a catfisher, uh
Ricks waxed, with the black zippers, uh
Flip packs, smell like cat litter, uh
Bricks to coke, I'm a pack shipper, uh
Lift ya soul, I'm a caterpillar, aah
Slit ya throat, like the Jack Ripper, uh
Pirate boat, on the black river, uh
Heart cold, make your back shiver, uh
Morse code, FBI snap pictures, uh
Change my wardrobe, mix and match, Saint Laurent
Ranger sports mode, triple-black, napalm, uh
When that torch blow, hit his hat, face gone
Throwin' bullets at ya car door (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Go to war, like Star Wars (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Off the top floor, parkour (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
I'm the dark lord, sharp sword (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Throwin' bullets at ya car door (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Go to war, like Star Wars (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
Off the top floor, parkour (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
I'm the dark lord, sharp sword (Brrt-brrt-brrt)
I'm being gang-stalked by the CIA
And they put a chip in my brain
