I Get In That Mode It's Over

Dog shit that raw shit

You know what the fuck goin on

You thought you ate

Give me that plate

I just been workin the block for days and catchin these plays no minimum wage was made

Ain't playin no cards but I'll go spade for spade

Nigga quit sayin my name

Worried bout me that's only gone strain ya brain While I go bang ya thang and the stupid ass bitch offered me some cocaine

Now dat dey is insane

Swervin switchin them lanes ridin that foreign ninety three up in the tank

Slidin down truman on my way to hit the bank

I'm the colonel of the tank

I get in that mode it's over

Get to droppin like a boulder

Niggas talk but niggas really watching over shoulders

Ice cold feelin polar turbo charge up the motor

Poppin shit feel like a soda

Press shit feel just like remote controller

Sellin weed to the smokers

Ran that bag up

Bought my girlfriend a choker

Ion really even know her

All I know is she on go nigga she a goer

Nigga had her but I stole her

Food stamp card bussin nigga I'm at krogers

Now we gone take it to Publix fuck it

Ask my mama if a nigga try me ima up it

Big old booty let me touch

I was out in california smoking wit my cousin

Ion know nuttin bout nuttin

Nigga name it dunn it Smart guy not a dummy

Hit da club last night spent a light hunnid nigga

Dog shit that raw shit

You know what the fuck goin on

You thought you ate

Give me that plate