Freak Mode Lyrics

I'm with a dime rollin' up in the backseat

I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch tryna @ me

I'm steady rollin' up grams it relax me

And I want 300 for the zip yeah I'm taxin'

I don't like the way she talk send her home in a taxi

My ex bitch like a lil' leech she so attached to me

16.7.13 yeah that's a P code

And I'm on a honey pack 'bouta get in freak mode

The bitch ain't let me, 'bouta sell her own soul

My brother boolin' at the beehive, that's the honey comb

And I'm on the seven with the Pris that's the P block

He say he PG put the switch on a tan glock

Lil' chico got a good shot

My red bitch make it pop like a cherry pop rock

I ain't never been a runner tell that nigga sell his own dope

Know these streets get hot know you gotta keep it heart cold

Know I came up playin' with that boot

Know I got tricks up my sleeve, you don't wanna see these moves

Givenchy sneakers on steppin' down the steps of my stoop

Walkin' up the stairway to heaven know I had to park my coupe

I swear to God the money make you feel amazing

Nowadays ain't no love in a bitch heart she consumed by hatred

Nowadays we live in a world of weirdos and fake shit

If I get a bitch heart I could make, break it or take it

I'm with a dime rollin' up in the backseat

I don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch tryna @ me

I'm steady rollin' up grams it relax me

And I want 300 for the zip yeah I'm taxin'

I don't like the way she talk send her home in a taxi

My ex bitch like a lil' leech she so attached to me

16.7.13 yeah that's a P code

And I'm on a honey pack 'bouta get in freak mode