B.I.T.M (Back In That Mode) Lyrics

Ran it up sum more

I'm back in that mode

My bitches on go

Hoes don't want no smoke

I keep them racks in a backpack

Two hundred on the dash I smash that

Gotta couple ducks call em Afleck

Come get yo man's ion want that

Blue cheese stacking Benjis

Bitch I stand on business

Fucking up the city

He mad in his feelings

Fucked him then dismissed him

Told him I'm just chillin

Get wrong my niggas drillin yeah they stepping for a living

I went and got my money right and they can't tell me nun

I cut off that broke ass nigga and went and got a rich one

Im in my bag with plenty motion got my money right yeah

These bitches faking and they flodging they ain't really bout nun

I stack them benjis count them fifty's give my daughter twenty's

I'm independent and I'm winning that's why they really fear me

A hundred K in just one year you damn right I'm cheering

Fifteen bands around my neck I know you see me glistening

I get on any beat and kill it ima make em feel me

This track was DOA shout out my nigga Smokey Hendrix

Trap doing numbers I want them commas

Don't do the drama I'll pop yo mama

Ran it up sum more

I'm back in that mode

My bitches on go

Hoes don't want no smoke

I keep them racks in a backpack

Two hundred on the dash I smash that

Gotta couple ducks call em Afleck

Come get yo man's ion want that

Blue cheese stacking Benjis

Bitch I stand on business

Fucking up the city

He mad in his feelings

Fucked him then dismissed him

Told him I'm just chillin

Get wrong my niggas drillin yeah they stepping for a living