In My Mode Lyrics

I'm tryin'a run up the bag

I don't know who I can trust, oh yeah

200 inna cat, red eye on toppa dat

I ain't talkin bout a scat

I been dolo in the trap, yeah

Don't let me get my mode

Reapers come and snatch his soul, whoa whoa!

Drippin even when I slide

Homie got blood his in eyes

All black when we ride

Never know who on ya side

Cuz I get racks onna low

Only split it wit my folks

Need that foreign, watch me do dash, oh lord

Got it on me, I can't lack

So I just hit from the back, o'yah

I keep on stacking up cash yeah

She thinkin I'm cuttin a check, o'nah

I really come from the trench

I built it up from the mud, whoa whoa

Used to be up onna bench

now I'm the one inna front, o'ahhh

I'm tryin'a run up the bag

I don't know who I can trust, oh yeah

200 inna cat, red eye on toppa dat

I ain't talkin bout a scat

I been dolo in the trap, yeah

Don't let me get my mode

Reapers come and snatch his soul, whoa whoa!

Inna streets, it get dangerous

Homies do you like they strangers

Got some money now they changin

Don't move funny, got that fashion on me

Dummy, I ain't runnin, I still bang it!

Foedy wit me, you know brodi sippin

That's my brudda nigga

And we gettin muddy

Bloody fucka double cup, I'm triple cuppin

They doubted me, kappin, I know they was switchin

They fakin, they keep talkin down on me

No, you can't walk in my shoes, they never believed

Behind my back, you really be clowning me

I chase my dreams

If you ain't wit me

I don't give a what

You get the mother-shh right right round from me

I'm tryin'a run up the bag

I don't know who I can trust, oh yeah

200 inna cat, red eye on toppa dat

I ain't talkin bout a scat

I been dolo in the trap, yeah

Don't let me get my mode

Reapers come and snatch his soul, whoa whoa!

I'm tryin'a run up the bag

I don't know who i can trust, oh yeah

200 inna cat, red eye on toppa dat

I ain't talkin bout a scat

I been dolo in the trap, yeah

Don't let me get my mode

Reapers come and snatch his soul, whoa whoa!