Bankroll Shawty - Back in that mode Lyrics

Think I won't put that shit on you nigga you playing
Whip iron on a nigga like what was you saying
Be real all that dick riding boy you is a fan
When that shit get to rolling he ain't have a chance
Ain't no love in my section shit real like Baghdad
He grew up a good boy bitch i am a bad man
My trust in my glizzy I know this bitch won't jam
My young nigga kirking put shit in the trash can
Run that shit up some crazy im jamming like big meech
Fake ass nigga ain't nothing I put his ass six feet
Eighteen hundred my cartis the one with the big C
He on lover boy time and im keeping this shit P
These niggas faking im moving them diddies through the district
Live by that old law niggas ain't standing on business
Niggas dont do what I do ain't gotta say im the realest
Breaking law everyday ain't ducking shit but a sentence
Gunplay ain't bout nothing these niggas be bluffing
He act like he want work nigga let's do it
One of the men just hit me say he bagged him a nigga
For a truck load of diddies im going run right through it
I remember I ain't have shit niggas ain't have shit for me
Had to go get this shit in my own
He caught one his leg he caught 2 his chest
He really checked out we put one in his some
Better tighten up bitch ass boy cause you loose
Keep flashing that iron who the f*ck did you shoot
Young nigga on bullshit lurking for moves
Im going hit my iron I ain't tucking my jewels
No love for a bitch for the streets let her rotate
Weak ass bitch talking Ruth Chris ain't worth chipotle
I don't why they jazzing him that shit really ok
Spank a nigga on camera and beat it like OJ
I like big ass bankrolls and fly ass clothes
Can't chase after no bitch I got hoes
They know what I do with that work k don't play shit sold
She know im a dope boy digging my clothes
Amiris fit too swell pockets on swole
Taxing civilians good men get shit for the low
Shit going on in the city im clutching my iron on the road
Putting spank on they ass bitch im back in that mode
Think I won't put that shit on you nigga you playing
Whip iron on a nigga like what was you saying
Be real all that dick riding boy you is a fan
When that shit get to rolling he ain't have a chance
Ain't no love in my section shit real like Baghdad
He grew up a good boy bitch i am a bad man
My trust in my glizzy I know this bitch won't jam
My young nigga kirking put shit in the trash can
Run that shit up some crazy im jamming like big meech
Fake ass nigga ain't nothing I put his ass six feet
Eighteen hundred my cartis the one with the big C
He on lover boy time and im keeping this shit P
These niggas faking im moving them diddies through the district
Live by that old law niggas ain't standing on business
Niggas dont do what I do ain't gotta say im the realest
Breaking law everyday ain't ducking shit but a sentence