Back In That Mode

Lyrics
[Part I] [Intro] (Ok, you the hardest, I swear to God) (We gon' be okay) (Whole lotta, whole lotta ammo) (Bleh) Ayy, you know (Woah), ayy (Woah), still in this shit (Woah) Can't count me out for shit (Woah, woah, bleh, woah) Rrr, rrr-rrr-rrr (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Go, uh, go (Woah, woah, woah) [Verse] I'm back in that mode, I'm back in that zone I'm back on that keisha My AR long, babe, my dick be long Pull it out, say, "Nice to meet ya" I might cut off the hair like Max I'm might pull up all-black like a preacher This bi' be bad, got tats My watch came straight out, freezer Came up, came straight out money Pull up then fucking dump it My bm's fucking dummys I don't want that funky monkey These niggas don't want that belt They don't want that, come here, sonny This chopper horny, bitch Pull up and come start dumpin' Gonna die, try to speak on my cousin Switch lane to lane with D, that's my bousin Nigga say, "Any stain is a stain to mе" Take his watch, make a nigga start buzzin' Pull up shoot shit down from A to Z Show a bitch a nigga what he wasn't Thеse bitch ass niggas be hating me I'ma laugh if the niggas is funny [Outro] (Top Kid Monopoly) Y'all stay away from them dildos, man These niggas don't want the belt no more, they want dildos So y'all be careful Y'all be— [Part II] [Verse] Ayy, Rage, guess what? Niggas don't want that belt Last one that spoke, got they chain took off I was lit then a bitch, should've see how I felt My Glock pop, headshots, top off We gettin' to leavin' shit all on the shelf Pullin' up drop top, baby, we drive-by We gettin' to runnin' shit, all out of breath, ayy Ayy, Rage, I hope you ain't lookin' for sex (Sex) Niggas keep rappin', 'bout switches and dicks You should've known what he meant I don't know why they ain't brought the lil' bitch Guess they didn't want 'em to win Anything a nigga heard about lil' Jace! came straight from a nigga that fuckin' with kids (Bitch, ayy) Ayy, Benji (Rrr), what is your odds of duckin' a semi? Ridin' with shots, can't get with me Torture a nigga, sell his kidney (Ayy) Ayy, switchy (Switchy), clear out the crowd, get busy (Busy) He lookin' drunk should I [?] 'em Everybody in club getting tipsy
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- Jace!