In Dat Mode Againn Lyrics

Whole Lotta fuckin' Racks nigga, the B!nk Boys, nigga

From L.A. to wherever, nigga, worldwide shit, nigga, We global now, nigga

Dub L R, the Naked Brother Band

I feel like Wavy, bust a band

I walk on shit, they wish they can

Quarter ticket on a Urus lamb

This girl brazy throwin' hands, Sippin' syrup, it look like jelly jam

Ice chain gang, woah, we not the same gang, woah

She want the late night Woes, I'm rolling I'm ready to go, yeah

I put my stripper bitch in a Range Rover

I put my side girl in the main role

I don't trust a soul I know these niggas gon' fold

I flip a pint and go, count up fast, never slow

I think I'm in that mode, I'm in that mode again

Aye, I made it off the block, I feel like Soulja Slim

Aye, yeah they scared of Mr. Woes cause they can't fuck with him

I was gettin it off the curb, I ain't even need a gym

Go outside, they recognize us, man, it's really them

Woes was born to flex, don't need no exercise, Okay, he's really him

Overly, overly, I'm trim

Ain't no hoe in me, it ain't posting me, I'm a L.A.Vamp

I can go overseas and run up a M, cause I'm stamped

It's a Whole Lotta everything welcome to the camp

I don't wanna go to sleep, money don't take no naps

She said all she want is me, she gotta stand on that

I'm cashin' out, I don't want no lease, I'm pullin' up Maybach

All these niggas envy me, that shit so sad

Dub L R, the Naked Brother Band

I feel like Wavy, bust a band

I walk on shit, they wish they can

Quarter ticket on a Urus lamb

This girl brazy throwin' hands

Sippin' syrup, it look like jelly jam

Ice chain gang, woah, We not the same gang, woah

She want the late night Woes I'm rolling I'm ready to go, yeah

I put my stripper bitch in a Range Rover

I put my side girl in the main role

I don't trust a soul I know these niggas gon' fold

I flip a pint and go, count up fast, never slow

I think I'm in that mode, I'm in that mode again