Dat Mode Lyrics

I'm in the spot, getting these grams off, I don't even know the name

Catch me fucking up the Stu, or shooters world, working on my aim

I'm a big dog off the lease, I don't think these niggas can't even tame me

Bitch, they woodtip all wood, and that Glicky steal stainless

I can't even hang around my lil' cousin, my auntie say I'm dangerous

Shifting all through traffic mind, stuck bob Marley's, got me thinking

Adderall, got me tuned in, been 3 hours since I blanked fam

Broddie don't wanna play the block, run shooting guard, Cade Cunningham

Smoking on some shit, you get a whiff of it, you'll come and shop

Smelling like the Fragrance , of ysl when I get out the car

Tell the feds I don't do gang banging, my label name Triple R

We be doing that dip shit, ain't no trim, don't call me sauce

Broddie, got the rental fogged, Smell the Mac-1 through the exhaust

I do this shit, they said dont try at home, you know this shit cost

Risk taking, up late nights, serving J's for paper

Trap swing like the 80s, I might go and get a pager

Give me 90 for the gram, baser snorting off the razor

I'm on 18 block, in the center like Anthony Davis

Tryna swing this bitch, playing stupid, you gon' hit the pavement

Chilling with my shooter, smoking gas, getting lazy

Try me like I'm off beat, I'll show you I hit a note

Nigga be tripping bout these hoes, I'll show you she on go

End up with a toe tag, we ain't gon' hit you, nowhere near your toes Think I'm competing with Home Depot, bitch, the way I work these lowes

Round of applause, bitch, this 60 here gon' give your ass a show

Run through my cut, trying to flip my taco, I'ma smoke your frow

Niggas can't lock me, cause I'm out here sticking to the code

Niggas know Lil' Duffle a problem when he get off in that mode