Mode ft. Coo Coo Cal Lyrics

7am, tippin' rim, baby call me Tom Joyner gotta spend, know I'm him, tell me do it

If I want it, rather blend, I'm with them, I put verses up in storage, then I sit

Do the math, triple up the earnings, thick bitch, do her dance, tell me I'm important

Never run up on gang, caskets and bourbon gettin' poured in your name, hell yeah, I'm certain

Seen the look up on my face, say hate to be a burden, and the beat by lifted, don't need

Assistance, tell him, yeah, I got a ear lift drums for fitness, real soldiers, tell me Ish

One call, we a get em, I was playin' goalden chyld, I'm tryna follow the mission

First started as a joke, damn, now he is missin', plus, baby, miss my voice, I ain't

Dropped in a minute, I was happy with some hunnids, but they all do millions, projects

Project, the 50 cal, gon' get em

Yeah its ya boy Coo Coo muthafuckin Cal

I know what the Fuck yall thought

Thought I Was gone Yeah Ish man tell em what the business is

Man we back nigga we back nigga Yeah Coo Coo Muthafuckin Cal for Real

With my nigga Ish, Ish nigga give em the business

Tell em what is Is

Cream City Motion, mhm

What it is and what it ain't, they pump faked, I cannot take you serious, yo butt fake

Plus we wild and we ignorant, I'm Kanye, Ali man hit the studio, know its bombs away

Still the one in every setting, never feelin' out of place dawg, make her ex-niggas mad, I got hoes in

Every state, got a bitch good credit, tell me she a break the bank, got a brand new debit

Tell me swipe till it cant, why the fuck feet up, court side, at the game nah, stupid ass

Nigga, this is WNBA, dawg, why I'm from the city, get rich off of Cait Clark, OSYS World general

I might call up Tamar, tell her I got a box for her, let my pape talk, he only drop for one

Season, coach, he can't start, I'm pullin' 24, Kobe up at Walmart, that mean I don't close

Baby, I'm a ball Hog