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Teezo Mode (feat. Karolina Kush & King Dank) Video (MV)






Beezy Youngin - Teezo Mode (feat. Karolina Kush & King Dank) Lyrics
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I'm goin' Teezo Mode I'm out here in these streets
That mean a n**** ridin' round wit dat heat
I don't know why this lil n***a* wanna beef
Keep playin' round I'm 'bout to make his momma weep
That mean I'm 'bout to go in Teezo Mode
That mean I'm 'bout to go in Teezo Mode
That mean I'm 'bout to go in Teezo Mode
That mean I'm 'bout to go in Teezo Mode
I'm goin' Teezo Mode I'm out here in these streets
That mean I'm out here ridin' round wit dat heat
I swear I'm 'bout to go in Teezo Mode
I swear I'm 'bout to go in Teezo Mode
See I been sittin' on this n**** for a week
Tell you the truth I think this pussy n**** sweet
See I'ma catch 'em when he puttin' in da key
Gun to his dome and tell that n**** don't scream
Gimme da cheese, gimme da cheddar
I want da cake, you keep playin' you feel dat Beretta
Boy I'ma wet you, I swear to God I want my vendetta
And yea we can do this shit n**** wherever, n**** whenever
I ain't playin' when I come back through I'm sprayin'
And you pussy n***** layin', while yo momma start to prayin'
Please Lord let 'em make it but you know that he ain't
Boy I swear to God that I'm chasin' da cake
Gotta stack up da bank, give a f*ck what you think
See I'm ridin' through 829 smokin' dat Dank
And you know that 4-cal on me, bust at yo face
N**** keep playin' round I'ma catch me a case
I swear I'm goin' Teezo Mode and I don't give a f*ck
I say I'm goin' Teezo Mode and I don't give a f*ck
I dare one of you pussy n***** come and f*ck with us
I dare any one of pussies come and f*ck with us, I'm goin' Teezo Mode
Toss da alley up you know ima catch
N**** say he want smoke I'm slidin' out in traffic
I catch 'em you know I'ma let 'em have it
Click click click, goddamn there go da ratchet
N**** say he want smoke, I'll freak em like a black and mild
A hundred shots up out that drum, send 'em a hundred miles
N***** keep on talkin' shit, they steady talkin down (Uh)
You don't wanna hear dat gun sound
That bitch go yak yak yak yak, ain't talkin' Hennessy
Laughin' at any n**** that say he gone finish me
N**** come and do it if you like that
N**** you a bitch and you won't fight back
We gone spin da bin, double right back
Guarantee dem n***** gonna die, bet
N**** you ain't wit it, boy stay off that
Pull a n**** card just like blackjack
Sun shinin' it's a Porsche day
Strap on my lap, no time for da horseplay
Chopper in da back, dat bitch full of bullets
I'm da one that f*ckin' bought it but my youngin' wanna shoot it
Young n**** wit da drip, makin' all da hoes wet
Dat n**** wanna trip, we'll bring it to his doormat
Me and my dawgs in dis bitch
We go back like four flats
Send dem shots to ya clique, have 'em runnin' 4 flat
Too many n***** call me Dank, n***** make my name hot
I really don't like to splurge just kicks and a tanktop
N***** be on dat funny shit, I'll be damn if I change spots
Talk about da gang, it's gone get ya whole gang shot
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I'm goin' Teezo Mode I'm out here in these streets
That mean a n**** ridin' round wit dat heat
I don't know why this lil n***a* wanna beef
Keep playin' round I'm 'bout to make his momma weep
That mean I'm 'bout to go in Teezo Mode
That mean I'm 'bout to go in Teezo Mode
That mean I'm 'bout to go in Teezo Mode
That mean I'm 'bout to go in Teezo Mode
I'm goin' Teezo Mode I'm out here in these streets
That mean I'm out here ridin' round wit dat heat
I swear I'm 'bout to go in Teezo Mode
I swear I'm 'bout to go in Teezo Mode
See I been sittin' on this n**** for a week
Tell you the truth I think this pussy n**** sweet
See I'ma catch 'em when he puttin' in da key
Gun to his dome and tell that n**** don't scream
Gimme da cheese, gimme da cheddar
I want da cake, you keep playin' you feel dat Beretta
Boy I'ma wet you, I swear to God I want my vendetta
And yea we can do this shit n**** wherever, n**** whenever
I ain't playin' when I come back through I'm sprayin'
And you pussy n***** layin', while yo momma start to prayin'
Please Lord let 'em make it but you know that he ain't
Boy I swear to God that I'm chasin' da cake
Gotta stack up da bank, give a f*ck what you think
See I'm ridin' through 829 smokin' dat Dank
And you know that 4-cal on me, bust at yo face
N**** keep playin' round I'ma catch me a case
I swear I'm goin' Teezo Mode and I don't give a f*ck
I say I'm goin' Teezo Mode and I don't give a f*ck
I dare one of you pussy n***** come and f*ck with us
I dare any one of pussies come and f*ck with us, I'm goin' Teezo Mode
Toss da alley up you know ima catch
N**** say he want smoke I'm slidin' out in traffic
I catch 'em you know I'ma let 'em have it
Click click click, goddamn there go da ratchet
N**** say he want smoke, I'll freak em like a black and mild
A hundred shots up out that drum, send 'em a hundred miles
N***** keep on talkin' shit, they steady talkin down (Uh)
You don't wanna hear dat gun sound
That bitch go yak yak yak yak, ain't talkin' Hennessy
Laughin' at any n**** that say he gone finish me
N**** come and do it if you like that
N**** you a bitch and you won't fight back
We gone spin da bin, double right back
Guarantee dem n***** gonna die, bet
N**** you ain't wit it, boy stay off that
Pull a n**** card just like blackjack
Sun shinin' it's a Porsche day
Strap on my lap, no time for da horseplay
Chopper in da back, dat bitch full of bullets
I'm da one that f*ckin' bought it but my youngin' wanna shoot it
Young n**** wit da drip, makin' all da hoes wet
Dat n**** wanna trip, we'll bring it to his doormat
Me and my dawgs in dis bitch
We go back like four flats
Send dem shots to ya clique, have 'em runnin' 4 flat
Too many n***** call me Dank, n***** make my name hot
I really don't like to splurge just kicks and a tanktop
N***** be on dat funny shit, I'll be damn if I change spots
Talk about da gang, it's gone get ya whole gang shot
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Writer: Carl Heyward II, Cyril Davis, Davon Amaker
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