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, goo, 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 nigga 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 it

Ain't friendly, I don't like to kick it with niggas

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'm a Crip

The way I jump out with my cuz 'nem

Put a opp up in a grave, them niggas 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'

Nigga dropped his fye, he ain't even shoot back

I know some niggas 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 niggas dying

These pussy boys ain't getting back

Tried to give 'em game at least 'bout a thousand times

But lil' bro still want a hat

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

Don't wanna be the next nigga we catch

Just don't tell when shit get real

You get caught, don't talk or squeal

One nigga opened his mouth, tried to talk to them people

And that's how his ass got killed

Run a nigga down with a K, hop out broad day

Tryna show him how this hot shit feel

Them niggas 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 niggas was running

Ask the opps, niggas 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