Lyrics

Chorus: 
By my solo, hit that road When I’m in that mode/ 
Smiles send chills, I’m so cold When I’m in that mode/ 
Give a chain, cop more gold When I’m in that mode/ 
Threats fold, I’m too bold When I’m in that mode/

Verse 1: 
Giving her nuggets of flirting. The shots I’m shooting, small forward just like I’m Porter/ 
A set back gave me the jet pack. I’m soaring, I’m ballin, I’m ringing. They the sensing aura/
Sonning you sensitive sacks, I’m used to fathering bitches since Roxie my daughter/
Incoming sob stories. Emotional horror. Pissed bout a dollar, I wont shit you a quarter/
I’m built for the pressure I’m taking the stress of loved ones. Put this shit on my back/
They think you struggling the criticism so silent. When up, they giving you flack/ 
We got motion I’m hearing concerns and worries about money just changing and controlling me/ 
peeping the envy in flexin and stuntin cause where was that energy when poverty had hold of me/ 
That hate be so hoe to me, blood of a real nigga! Never gon hate you celebrating yo grind/ 
Envious vibes in real life I pay em no mind. No fucks about online/ 
I post on them bitches and ghost on them bitches, I don’t really fuck with social media/
Everybody ballers, killers , and know all the answers. I sway from JaWickapedia/ 
All of my trust in my guts and my wits. Cant fuck with that fu shit, I dip in a blitz./ 
even out the mode you got to have gritz activate mode, I’m callin it quits./ 
IG baddies bout the glamour and glitz. EZ to crack her in a room at the Ritz/ 
Don’t give a fuck. Doc Miami yo tits. fuck what you saying, I’m giving no shits/

Verse 2: 
I get in that mode I AINT GIVING NO FUCKS (what he say?) bitch nigga I ain’t sayin it again/ 
She purposely told this bitch to come with no money. I ain’t paying for you or ya friend/
Go to church for your apologies and all your sins. I ain’t taking or making amends/ 
Might just cop me a coop for the video shoot. Then get some head in that Benz/ 
Carbon copy imitation. I know I’m a vibe, a presence, a whole inspiration/ 
Pause for the occasion. Niggas doing me more than my bitch. No exaggeration/ 
I know I’m that nigga. I’m feeling myself. Never needed external confirmation/ 
Not from love, feel it more from hating. Dick in ya mouth so I feel what you saying/ 
My bitch my mini me she tapped my energy. She let these niggas know she don’t want none of them/ 
Niggas could try her in public. She’d put my hand on her ass and start tonguing me in front of them/ 
Never mixed in with niggas who chest only poke out when there’s a crowd or a gun on them/ 
(These pussies cant fight they rather pack and shoot) Bitch nigga I ain’t one of them/ 
All of my trust in my guts and my wits. Cant fuck with that fu shit, I dip in a blitz./ 
even out the mode you got to have gritz I activate that mode, I’m callin it quits./ 
IG baddies bout the glamour and glitz. EZ to crack her in a room at the Ritz/ 
Don’t give a fuck you Doc Miami yo tits. The fuck is you telling me, I’m giving no shits/ 
My bitch my mini me she tapped my energy. She let these niggas know she don’t want none of them/ 
Niggas could try her in public. She’d put my hand on her ass and start tonguing me in front of them/