Back In Mode ft. Rack$tar Jay Lyrics

I'm sippin drank right now

I been through a whole lot of shit you may neva know

All I know is when the packs in, you gotta get em gone

Riding with a bad bitch and her friend, they finna take me home

But it's just to get some mo smoke, then back to the road

How to make a hunnit K, you gotta get in yo zone

Like how you making all this pape off a couple mobile phones

Lil boy, a bitch ass nigga beta watch your tone

Was lil young money at 14, now my money grown

Niggas always talking about pape, boy, my money long

Hit a dumb nigga with the drac, don't know what he was on

Yo, bitch, love the smell of my new cologne

This stick will clear the whole goddamn parking zone

Graduated to the dope game, I had to grow up

I walk up in the spot, I see Cuz, been breeding Pups

Quit flexing with that ticking ass Rollie before it blow up

I feel like Weezy F, don't worry about what's up in my cup

Hold on, wait, let me switch my flow up

Got two styrofoams, so you know I'm finna po up

I ain't got no mo of that kind, you might be outta luck

But I got this other strain, and this fire as fuck

I orchestrated all these touchdowns like I'm Nick Saban

Ran out of drank, I almost up the drac and start spraying

I'll pop my pops if he was a cop, I think I'm like Kanan

You the type of nigga to get cornered like I'm a boy Damon

I ain't got no love for a bitch, they all hos

Get a bitch, drop her off, text her three words, leave me alone

Roll a 3.5 up, exotic to the face, I'm hella throwed

Bitch think she caught some Za, it was really cloned

Run up on me, I shoot that bitch quick like I'm Shawn Marion

I'm balling, but every time I got the stick, I get called for carrying

Like super smack, she almost broke her neck looking back staring

Only thing yall niggas really good at is pall bearing

Take a sip of my cup, I'm back in mode

Plug gon' keep throwing em I'm just past another load

Dawg tryna get tapped into to where the prices low

I ain't get this shit for cheap, he payed the lil' mo

Step on that dog, tape it up, let it freeze, that's a cold cut

Baby boy ass, nigga lil Jody, don't get choked up

You should see my brotha by the pot, he got the touch

Fuck D-Lo, snitch ass, but we did used to flood the crush

Aye, Mook, you need to pass the wood, don't, dome, bro

Niggas talkin bout guns, alright let me hit up Flow

Sipping on the 4 of Wockhardt, got me moving slow

Got the Za game on lock this shit in a figure 4

Plug hiked me the bag, I'm quarterbackin' I'm like set hut

Wrap my body in a lot of gold, I feel like King Tut

Ion know if I'm wrong for saying this, but I'm in love with sluts

Ghost just walked in with my bitch Trisa, that boy is clutch

Goodlookin brodie

You know sippin on this lean right now