Different Mode ft. Yung Wavy Lyrics

Sticks and stones will break my bones, but

bitches never hurt me

They just wanna curse me

They been tryna push that P, but mama said you dirty

Get your ass to working

Only thing they seem to know is twerking

I'm nervous

I'll be that thief in the dark of the night

Take your bitch and that's on sight I swear to God, all my life

No matter what I do and try It's just like time goes, wind blows

And I'm lost, nowhere to go She talk, and I walk

Through the valley, it gets so dark

Outside, many nights

I spend time writing goodbyes Who am I, who am I

Devil's own, do or die

Thoughts of mine

Wish for life, wish for life I'm on, I be on

I'm on, I'm on

I'm on different mode, different cars and different clothes

Had to show all the hoes, I don't need a tote em poles

Just to get my point across, then they get in lock

Try and find some shit to say before they got caught

Now I know, all these glitters just ain't gold

I'm switching through these hoes like I got a remote

All these other channels lead me into comatose

So I gotta go, pack my bags and do the ghost

Yeah, I'm M.I.A. caught a flight out to L.A

She said she up in from the bay, and I can't associate

With that talk and that slander, she think it just playful banter

But I can't handle the lack of your manners

Wait

Need to reminisce and look at my own ignorance

I got double vision, wait, I be chilling sipping this

Yeah, let me be honest, I been getting real nauseous

She knows I been on the runaway, hear me bumping down the road

Neck just covered up with gold, they be flexing for a show

That shit died so many years ago, had to get it on my own

It was all that I had known, you do all that fucking talking

Bitch, please just leave me alone

I hate all that talk about who and what and when and where

Bitch, I don't fucking care, she a hoe and he a square

With me, I shine just like a glare, I like my hoes to come in pairs

When I'm rolling in my drop, a bunch of tricks just stop and stare

Told me that he gon' run up, he told me that he's tripping

Yeah, well, pussy, let me fucking see it, I'll believe it when I see it

I heard that shit like many times, but here I am still fucking breathing

Niggas talking, talking, talk, I'ma leave them fucking leaking

Niggas talking, bitches too, pistol put em both on mute

That's just how I'm feeling lately, all I wanna do is shoot

Niggas talking, bitches too, pistol put em both on mute

That's just how I'm feeling lately, all I wanna do is shoot

I'm sick of all the fucking snakes, I'm sick of all the damn betrayals

Turning off my fucking phone, please leave me the fuck alone

Hell no, I don't wanna talk, I wanna let my pistol talk

I'ma hop up in my coupe, I'ma drop the fucking roof

Messages, they all on mute, I'm driving with no fucking clue

I ain't got no destination, I ain't got no ETA

Y'all know where the fuck I'm at, but I would not be here soon

Y'all know where the fuck I'm at, but I would not be here soon

Please do not talk to me, I don't wanna talk to you