Back In Mode

Fresh out the house, got the beat

As I ride up and down Martin Luther King Drive

Standing tall, looking down

(Go)

Boys snitching all day, I look around

(Go, go, goooo, go)

Don’t post in them ‘partments when we on they ass

We chase shit through the building

We through they shit in hots with chops and gloves, we on that time tryna kill them

I seen a **** outside with a shiesty mask, he might be a opp or civilian

I left the crib in a rush like what chop to grab

But what’s in this clip he gone feel them

Ain’t friendly I don’t like to kick it with ****

I only be out with my blood ‘nem, they know I love them

Play with the gang if you want, start catching more hats than a Muslim

Put a switch on a C, now they think I’ma crip, the way I jump out with my ‘cuz ‘nem

Put a opp up in a grave, them **** ain’t spinning, I guess you can say they ain’t love him (Uh)

When we get that drop we create new packs

Came through the cut with a switch and drac, **** dropped his fye he ain’t even shoot back

I know some **** who kidnap cars with a pad and key, now he got a new scat

Paid two bucks, now the strike is his

Now he riding scat with the vans to match

Told lil’ mama we can fuck from time to time, that’s if no strings attached

Word on the street, it’s a lot of **** dying, these pussy boys ain’t getting back

Tried to give ‘em game atleast ‘bout a thousand times but lil’ bro still wanna hack

Pop out the cut, fah, fah, who that?

Don’t wanna be the next **** we catch

Just don’t tell when shit get real

You get caught don’t talk or squeal

One **** opened his mouth, tried to talk to them people and that’s how his ass got killed

Run a **** down with a K, hop out broad day, tryna show him how this hot shit feel

Them **** know we don’t play, we don’t give shit a break, spank ass we ain’t got no chill

Jump out the car my adrenaline rushing

Came through and I emptied the button

Pick up the chop, tryna hit at they muffin

Keep shooting ‘til it’s empty or somethin’

Speak on the gang they know they in trouble

Like we don’t get busy or somethin’

I’m with lil’ Screwly, he’ll kill you for nothing

I’m on a hit where them gunners was gunning

Chase shit down, and them **** was running

Ask the opps **** know how we coming

We park the car, spot a opp at the function

Walk his ass down and start instantly dumping

The way that we left him that shit was so stunning

We just sent his dumb ass to the dungeon

Ski on my face, got ‘em screaming, who done it

Now we got they whole family making assumptions

In the sprinter with buttons that’s just how we ride, Glock or ARP I can’t even decide

We was 13 tryna walk on the opps, we was making that mile cause we couldn’t even drive

After run on the hits with buzz had a long way home foe ‘nem keep screaming he tired

Tell him pick up his speed, gotta get outta’ sight

From this block cause I know we done left some fried