Lyrics

Aye [Chorus] When I get in that mode it's over with Big General, so it's only right I got a soldier bitch SK with a hundred, I hold my shoulder width Micro be small as a bitch and I'm foldin' it If that Glock got a switch, I'm totin' it Your man in a blunt and I'm smokin' him Bro done put in too much work so it's only right that I'm promotin' him [Verse 1] Yeah I'm back focusin' run in your house you gon' think that a ghost in there Trap spot out Largo Road, ain't shit but coke in there Buy all the drugs you want but you can't smoke in here We gettin' money bitch, shot him off rip 'cause that boy on some funny shit Fucked your bitch in a trailer yeah I'm on some country shit Snatch that work out that water my cookies the chunkiest Gallons on gallons, my water the funkiest Shout out Mo'Nique 'cause that lil' bitch the frеakiest Free Lil' Mar I swear lil' bro he thе sneakiest Your chain ain't even shinin' that boy got the cheapest kicks My old-head was baton' and I ain't even see the shit Now every nigga come around I just be readin' 'em I fed my whole hood they act I wasn't feedin' 'em Now it's fuck all them niggas, on God I ain't needin' 'em If it's smoke nigga say it on God where we meetin' at Yeah nigga be bitches I know it I'm down Atlanta I'm showin', in my DMs she ready I'm on her All my plugs out the country, they foreigners All your plugs down the street bruh you throwin' me Cut her nigga off she said he corny, cut my phone off she trippin' she horny [Chorus] When I get in that mode it's over with Big General, so it's only right I got a soldier bitch SK with a hundred, I hold my shoulder width Micro be small as a bitch and I'm foldin' it If that Glock got a switch, I'm totin' it Your man in a blunt and I'm smokin' him Bro done put in too much work so it's only right that I'm promotin' him [Verse 2] My new bitch a doll she look just like Betty Boop Q Da Fool scared of what, scared of who? My brothers who I front them pounds to I don't got shit, they bussin' me down too Police found two hundred grand that was mine away They say HB got rid of that same day And that Mac-10 on chill at my cousin place, plus that fifty thousand at my bitch place Yeah Rich Shoota ain't takin' no Ls, yeah I crashed out and went back to jail But I'm back home, I'm givin' 'em hell I'm puttin' trust in Allah then I'm puttin' trust in my scale Can't get a job so it's drugs that we sell, bitch I'm a felon I pray this rap shit work or that Mac comin' put on the first For my bitch I'm cashin' out I bought her a purse For her son she cashin' out she bought him a hearse That's your wife when I see her all I see is thirst He got stabbed and he ran to the bubble, he hurt Bro will spin in that bubble and leave niggas murked and spin again [Chorus] When I get in that mode it's over with Big General, so it's only right I got a soldier bitch SK with a hundred, I hold my shoulder width Micro be small as a bitch and I'm foldin' it If that Glock got a switch, I'm totin' it Your man in a blunt and I'm smokin' him Bro done put in too much work so it's only right that I'm promotin' him [Outro] Yeah I'm back focusin' run in your house you gon' think that a ghost in there Trap spot out Largo Road, ain't shit but coke in there Buy all the drugs you want but you can't smoke in here But you can't smoke in here Auntie Hey Auntie, Hey Auntie Yeah on everything nigga I'm really doing this shit