Beast Mode

Buy the bitch designer get her wet Never chase a bitch chase a check ok Buy the bitch designer get her wet Never chase a bitch chase a check Off white dripping oh I'm fresh to death Drop the beat I cook it like a chef I ain't never worried bout no one else I can get these racks all by myself Faucet overflowing when I step Rip the drip I'm fresh to death Runtz and wock I'm higher then a jet Quick to dog her out I need a vet Knowing how I pop it leave em pressed It ain't bout the gwalla leave a message All black my attire look like im prejudice Got labeled a felon can't vote for presidents I'm staying out the way All this shit irrelevant Just stay out my way If you ain't gone better me Say it's up we want smoke like a chimney You my dog or my opp do you envy me I'm Scarface with the blick It's my Minnie me On her hands and her knees She a centipede When you speak on the money consider me Uh when you speak on the money When you speak on the money consider me Anytime that you speak on the money I'm a beast yea I'm pressure fasho Show no love get the neck from a hoe I done took a lil extra before She a demon she straight out the four yea Off white drip like oh yea Ima ball on a bitch like no hair Can't trust these bitches I'm so playa Can't fade that beef don't go there Buy the bitch designer get her wet Never chase a bitch chase a check Off white dripping oh I'm fresh to death Drop the beat I cook it like a chef I ain't never worried bout no one else I can get these racks all by myself Faucet overflowing when I step Rip the drip I'm fresh to death Roll up some runtz And get higher then eagles I'm on the block with my migos I get more cheese than Doritos Say I'm cocky but dats really not me though Haters pocket watching Shoot out the peephole Ain't nobody fuckin wit me I'm lethal ok Lil pre why you kill every beat like OJ Shorty bad than a bitch I ain't showing no face Keep her hair slayed She ain't showin no lace Ima put her in designer Ima spoil my bae Ima get up everyday And go and chase that cake Moral of the story money coming my way Like baby if you love me gotta do what I say Baby if you love me gotta do what I say Ima get up everyday And go and chase that cake Moral of the story money coming my way You ain't never did time or nothing Bitch I had to go grind for something Ain't nobody give me nothing Bad lil bitch her ass fat But she got a skinny stomach And she go to work I let her eat up da uhh like benihana Wait Twenties, fifties, hundreds All I ever think about F*ck the fame and f*ck the clout Like stop trynna figure me out Still poppin it but they doubted Love is dangerous can't live without it They was talking it we was bout it When you broke you don't feel surrounded Get money everything crowded Buy the bitch designer get her wet Never chase a bitch chase a check Off white drippin ooh I'm fresh to death Drop the beat I cook it like a chef I ain't never worried bout no one else I can get these racks all by myself Faucet overflowing when I step Rip the drip I'm fresh to death aye