That mode (feat. PunkeyP, Solo Z & LilYoda33)

Sap Ay, ay, bitch Right now I'm tryna get up in that mode Recording with the switchy on me Man, I heard them niggas told It ain't shit to creep up on him Walk down on him, he gon' fold Chop his body up, I bet they ass Find a couple bones serving off these back streets Yeah, I'm pinging with this phone Ay, bitch, smacking east to west We smacking J's I been up all night, bitch I ain't been to sleep in a couple days Said I'm tired of stressing, bitch I'm tryna find another way And if I don't, it's okay I'm still slanging with the K And if I ain't slanging with the K I'm sliding with my nine Yeah, yo, bitch, light skin Cute as f*ck, thick as wine Yeah, she the type to, bitch Get some head for a dime Mm-hmm, drop a three or a five You ah die Mm-hmm, type the nigga Use the chopper for nine Give a bitch, a ba ba and F*ck a few times This nigga sweet, talking tie-dye Blueberry pie Grab the Glock, make him cha-cha And roll a three-five Roll a three-five You know that bitch Filled with dead guys Lil'Yo from the P Or the three, I keep that iron Smoking weed, sipping lean Bitch, you know I stay high Take a trip to the mall Bitch, you know I stay fly I'm a real nigga, bitch You can see it in my eyes And when I catch that one, nigga I'ma send him to the sky You can catch me in the P, bitch I'm serving off the I You can catch me over East, bitch I'm killing for my guys GBG, 10 10, and that's no lie I know some niggas Three-three down a ride Love is us, he dropping fives He gon' die Bitch, I drill for dae I catch a nigga, I guarantee he fly If he don't fly Just know that nigga Going to the ground Triple three on me Ain't no pig, no, I keep the ham Sipping on that wocky Sometimes it be hard for me to smile Yeah, I'm punky P You know I gotta start it, do it now Ain't no push to start But I'ma push it, start it off the ground I'ma beat the beat up Hit it with a right And knock it down Grab a P And serve it by the gram If she with me I'm finna break her down A double G brake her back in And post it on the gram Catch a grape nigga lacking And turn his ass to jam We been trapping off the back end With more than 30 rounds Off a 30, bitch I feel like Curry We gon' air em out You niggas broke Where your money go We turned it to a drought Pick your mans up We done left him in And lost and found Put your hands up Not a cop But I put him down Niggas clowns And, they been died Just from chasing clout Sap Right now, I'm tryna get up in that mode Recording with the switchy on me Man, I heard them niggas told It ain't shit to creep up on him Walk down on him, he gon' fold Chop his body up I'll bat they ass Find a couple bones Serving off these back streets Yeah, I'm pinging with this phone Ayy, bitch Smacking east to west We smacking J's I been up all night, bitch I ain't been asleep in a couple days Said I'm tired of stressing, bitch I'm tryna find another way And if I don't, it's okay I'm still slanging with the K And if I ain't slanging with the K I'm sliding with my nine Yeah, yo, bitch, light skin Cute as f*ck, thick as wine Yeah, she the type to, bitch Get some head for a dime Mm-hmm, drop a three or a five You ah die Mm-hmm, type the nigga Use the chopper for nine Give a bitch, a ba ba and F*ck a few times F*ck a few times F*ck a few times F*ck a few times F*ck a few times