MY MODE

Baby boys, man that's what y'all niggas is to me

I spilt a pint right down the middle, perfect symmetry

You can't never kick the bitch out, that's cause she live with her

Real deal drink sipper, never had a babysitter

Been had syrup in my cup since a little nigga

Heard that he don't like me, fuck that nigga, he can deal with it

Yo daddy was a bitch, I was raised by a real nigga

Put her on a red line, pour purple or some red lines

Some hooper niggas fuckin' with her, shit done got her head hype

Brown skinned bitch, rockin' red, look like cherry pie

I ain't gotta tell her know, she sweet like she Caroline

I turn a damn cream soda to a cheerwine