DSA dope - OTM(On This Mode) Lyrics

If I cannot do it, then tell me who can
Cuz I am the king of this sh-
In the back of a stang that I bought with the gang With all the money I threw in the mix
I feel like I'm passing plays back to the court
Then back to the stage they bout to abort
Cause I wanted more and they cannot deal with The rage
Well, I'm shooting clay, pigeons
And running my missions
These trap lords, like Citizen Kane
I got the drive for that windy road
Yeah, cause that's where I stay
Yeah, I stay with 214. I stay in downtown Dallas
I got room just like a palace
I'm staying persistent so I got the callus
Yo bro, I rock with the stallion
They run with a gat, I walk with a medallion
Yo, I really got to go bounce
But when I'm back better stack it up
With a bag of cups to celebrate
I know they hate I run the plate
What goes around comes around just like a halo
Boy, I never could stay low

Walking out the bank, a Franklin face
They ain't on this mode
I can set a pack and racket
Because that's what I'm told
In the sea I see these waves go up
But then they fold
Yeah, I did all this myself
I know I'm bold

If I know I'm bold and they say I am
Then who is here to choose it
Dump two albums in a single year
Unload the clip like an Uzi
(Droptop) droptop that's the song on the album
That's got that Vibin taste
1 million buy 2 million sell
3 million is what just appraised for
JK gotta run the plate
The license came back dirty
Buying stolen cars with no marks
No, it ain't worth it
But I might do it anyways
For the fun and thrill of all
But never let them catch you
When you get caught, that's when you fall

Walking out the bank, a Franklin face
They ain't on this mode
I can set a pack and racket
Because that's what I'm told
In the sea I see these waves go up
But then they fold
Yeah, I did all this myself
I know I'm bold

I'm in the Stu, I'm out the trap
I'm back in to run this town
Got fans on, I gotta ball
Because I know that they just love the sound
It's major pain for subtle fame
All included with a check
Fans of the art get torn apart
Wondering who does it best
Yeah, we all know about the big three
But they still sleeping on big me
Yeah, it's big D with the dope and the scope
Man, I can still kill em with flow
Ride around with that Range Rover
Sipping on that purple soda
Then do the dash get pulled over
Ask to see his badge number
Just so I can assert authority into the situation
It doesn't do much but, it's intimidation
Nah for real, that's real talk right there real talk
Oh, where was? I the chorus

Walking out the bank, a Franklin face
They ain't on this mode
I can set a pack and racket
Because that's what I'm told
In the sea I see these waves go up
But then they fold
Yeah, I did all this myself
I know I'm bold