His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so lou-
(Benny what are you doing ?)
(four3va)
Thats my twiny, twin, twin ya huh
936 sl, sl
Ya, 3x done got up in that mode
Heard bruh dissin' on the net, im sending hits right on my phone
Carry sticks man f*ck a box on lil glock, I like them poles
Nigga sacrificed his own kind, i think he sold his soul ha
Niggas cant compete with me lil 3x chilling off the stu
Paper chasing til I die, this shit forever with my crew
See how much money I done blew, i spent $2,000 on sum shoes
Bitch i'm really having pape all of my pockets filled with blue
Leave ya bleeding on the sidewalk, if he think that he can play me
Damn this shit so crazy, lil bruh had got rocked just like a baby
Told me do a show up in the A, I said they gotta pay me
Bluetooth glock this bitch connect them hollows send yo ass to davis
Ha, ya, yeah im talmbout cathy
F*cking with this bitch you know she fine, yeah she my lil baddie
Sorry, but lil cameo cant have no baby right now sadly
They had found his bro slumped on the ground, his ass died in a alley
Huh yeah , yeah that shit was tragic
These f*ck boys never did shit to lil cam, so wassup with that cappin'
All these niggas really be sum hoes so why tryna dap me
Think ion' got my fye, yo ass crazy bitch im never lacking
Got twenty one problems but rockout like ima f*ckin' savage
You say you a gangster, nigga what ?
You a bitch you ain't slide
Word around the city, nigga got hit up with that gen five
I got blood up on my shirt, wash this shit down with sum tide
These bitches never keep it real dont trust these hoes, they ass be lyin'
Many men had tried to kill but won't go like fifty
Yeah you kissed that bitch she sucked the whole gang up boy you tripping
You can ask these niggas around, i never got slimed for my glizzy
Let me chill i'm out my body, thirty three shots just like im pippen
Im just giving niggas free game, if you dont like it bitch don't listen
These hoes on my dick, like what the f*ck you ain't gettin' no attention
Hit his ass with that rod, you must've thought that I was fishing
Know lil cameo be trippin' he might walk down with a smitty
Niggas be fake sike out, we know you pussy why you keep pretending (why you keep pretending nigga)
These niggas hoes, yall niggas be fake siked (On god)
These niggas not like that twin ( on god at all)
Why you keep pretending ?
Cameo3x - In Dat Mode Lyrics
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His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so lou-
(Benny what are you doing ?)
(four3va)
Thats my twiny, twin, twin ya huh
936 sl, sl
Ya, 3x done got up in that mode
Heard bruh dissin' on the net, im sending hits right on my phone
Carry sticks man f*ck a box on lil glock, I like them poles
Nigga sacrificed his own kind, i think he sold his soul ha
Niggas cant compete with me lil 3x chilling off the stu
Paper chasing til I die, this shit forever with my crew
See how much money I done blew, i spent $2,000 on sum shoes
Bitch i'm really having pape all of my pockets filled with blue
Leave ya bleeding on the sidewalk, if he think that he can play me
Damn this shit so crazy, lil bruh had got rocked just like a baby
Told me do a show up in the A, I said they gotta pay me
Bluetooth glock this bitch connect them hollows send yo ass to davis
Ha, ya, yeah im talmbout cathy
F*cking with this bitch you know she fine, yeah she my lil baddie
Sorry, but lil cameo cant have no baby right now sadly
They had found his bro slumped on the ground, his ass died in a alley
Huh yeah , yeah that shit was tragic
These f*ck boys never did shit to lil cam, so wassup with that cappin'
All these niggas really be sum hoes so why tryna dap me
Think ion' got my fye, yo ass crazy bitch im never lacking
Got twenty one problems but rockout like ima f*ckin' savage
You say you a gangster, nigga what ?
You a bitch you ain't slide
Word around the city, nigga got hit up with that gen five
I got blood up on my shirt, wash this shit down with sum tide
These bitches never keep it real dont trust these hoes, they ass be lyin'
Many men had tried to kill but won't go like fifty
Yeah you kissed that bitch she sucked the whole gang up boy you tripping
You can ask these niggas around, i never got slimed for my glizzy
Let me chill i'm out my body, thirty three shots just like im pippen
Im just giving niggas free game, if you dont like it bitch don't listen
These hoes on my dick, like what the f*ck you ain't gettin' no attention
Hit his ass with that rod, you must've thought that I was fishing
Know lil cameo be trippin' he might walk down with a smitty
Niggas be fake sike out, we know you pussy why you keep pretending (why you keep pretending nigga)
These niggas hoes, yall niggas be fake siked (On god)
These niggas not like that twin ( on god at all)
Why you keep pretending ?
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so lou-
(Benny what are you doing ?)
(four3va)
Thats my twiny, twin, twin ya huh
936 sl, sl
Ya, 3x done got up in that mode
Heard bruh dissin' on the net, im sending hits right on my phone
Carry sticks man f*ck a box on lil glock, I like them poles
Nigga sacrificed his own kind, i think he sold his soul ha
Niggas cant compete with me lil 3x chilling off the stu
Paper chasing til I die, this shit forever with my crew
See how much money I done blew, i spent $2,000 on sum shoes
Bitch i'm really having pape all of my pockets filled with blue
Leave ya bleeding on the sidewalk, if he think that he can play me
Damn this shit so crazy, lil bruh had got rocked just like a baby
Told me do a show up in the A, I said they gotta pay me
Bluetooth glock this bitch connect them hollows send yo ass to davis
Ha, ya, yeah im talmbout cathy
F*cking with this bitch you know she fine, yeah she my lil baddie
Sorry, but lil cameo cant have no baby right now sadly
They had found his bro slumped on the ground, his ass died in a alley
Huh yeah , yeah that shit was tragic
These f*ck boys never did shit to lil cam, so wassup with that cappin'
All these niggas really be sum hoes so why tryna dap me
Think ion' got my fye, yo ass crazy bitch im never lacking
Got twenty one problems but rockout like ima f*ckin' savage
You say you a gangster, nigga what ?
You a bitch you ain't slide
Word around the city, nigga got hit up with that gen five
I got blood up on my shirt, wash this shit down with sum tide
These bitches never keep it real dont trust these hoes, they ass be lyin'
Many men had tried to kill but won't go like fifty
Yeah you kissed that bitch she sucked the whole gang up boy you tripping
You can ask these niggas around, i never got slimed for my glizzy
Let me chill i'm out my body, thirty three shots just like im pippen
Im just giving niggas free game, if you dont like it bitch don't listen
These hoes on my dick, like what the f*ck you ain't gettin' no attention
Hit his ass with that rod, you must've thought that I was fishing
Know lil cameo be trippin' he might walk down with a smitty
Niggas be fake sike out, we know you pussy why you keep pretending (why you keep pretending nigga)
These niggas hoes, yall niggas be fake siked (On god)
These niggas not like that twin ( on god at all)
Why you keep pretending ?
Writer: Camran Ponder
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid