"Back In That Mode" lyrics
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Red fitted, white P
Cocked down, white tee
Drop down white V
Jordan 4's, Spike Lee
For the right fee
I have em running on light feet
They come with a Tec in they sweats
Some New Balence and a Nike ski
Rat ass nigga, caught em chillin where the mice be (fuckin rat)
Prolly fuckin up, forreal them prolly mights be (naw forreal)
Without the music, where would my life be? (hmm)
CJ tryna be just like me, cutthroat
They take you lightly being politely
Gettin my guap up, breaking them blocks up
Filling those pots up, letting it lock up
Praying we don't ever get locked up
All you niggas is mock ups
Niggas just popped up
Ben Simmons, your shooters ain't puttin no shots up
Sliding up, hopping outta that box truck
I told you to put those Crocs up (haaa)
Walking em down and walking around
My getaway car a block up
Taken em down and breakin em down
You niggas keep putting these THOTs up
You niggas is weak
The money you make in a week, in a day I can make in my sleep
You loving that bitch?
Could make her my freak
I realize you niggas mistaken my reach
It's like it's more losses than wins, somehow I stay on my feet
(Ah) flow unique, they say I'm elite, that's why I'm come from underneath
I'm coming the water is deep
Taking a trip down to Florida, it's cheap
Tell em get ready to run, Imma front em the other ones coming from Georgia Peach
Send em from west, controlling the east
A beast on the beat, I'm back in that mode, now let's eat
Back in the code of the streets, code of the streets, come back with a pole if it's beef
I don't know em, I fuck her too, another [?] take over that lease
No police, caution tape on that street until we over that grief
Red fitted, white P
Cocked down, white tee
Drop down white V
Jordan 4's, Spike Lee
For the right fee
I have em running on light feet
They come with a Tec in they sweats
Some New Balence and a Nike ski
Rat ass nigga, caught em chillin where the mice be (fuckin rat)
Prolly fuckin up, forreal them prolly mights be (naw forreal)
Without the music, where would my life be? (hmm)
CJ tryna be just like me, cutthroat
They take you lightly being politely
Gettin my guap up, breaking them blocks up
Filling those pots up, letting it lock up
Praying we don't ever get locked up
All you niggas is mock ups
Niggas just popped up
Ben Simmons, your shooters ain't puttin no shots up
Sliding up, hopping outta that box truck
I told you to put those Crocs up (haaa)
Walking em down and walking around
My getaway car a block up
Taken em down and breakin em down
You niggas keep putting these THOTs up
You niggas is weak
The money you make in a week, in a day I can make in my sleep
You loving that bitch?
Could make her my freak
I realize you niggas mistaken my reach
It's like it's more losses than wins, somehow I stay on my feet
(Ah) flow unique, they say I'm elite, that's why I'm come from underneath
I'm coming the water is deep
Taking a trip down to Florida, it's cheap
Tell em get ready to run, Imma front em the other ones coming from Georgia Peach
Send em from west, controlling the east
A beast on the beat, I'm back in that mode, now let's eat
Back in the code of the streets, code of the streets, come back with a pole if it's beef
I don't know em, I fuck her too, another [?] take over that lease
No police, caution tape on that street until we over that grief
