Yeah
Huh
Yeah, okay
Go, go
If he trying to f*ck with gang he better hit that loadout
Turnt his black dreads to red dreads I brought lil boat out
They sayin Dvsh up on his shit again, he brought the goat out
If she trying to f*ck with gang she better bring that throat out
Finna cop the Ricky just to mistmatch Balenci
Naw I don't f*ck with skinny pants
Nah, I don't rock Amiri
Yeah, that boy ran out of pape again this shit get tricky
Trying to keep it up with Dvsh, Yeah he need a Stimi
F*ck a Goose
F*ck a Facey
Go and hand me Avirex
Ever since a knee high
Dvsh love to play with checks
He don't even play to win
Boy, he only play to flex
All these pussies in the club, Shit it look like Beta fest
Huh Damn
Where the hoes at?
If they ain't with Dvsh, they like, damn, where the goat at
Huh Damn
Where the cho at
He stuck up in his mama basement, pointing where the door at
I'm working like a motherf*cker
I ain't got no ass left
How the f*ck he still penny pinching from his last check
Heard he go to Oregon
Got him ducking like it's Affleck
Heard he got his bitch f*cked
Deep water, Affleck
Feeling like I'm Sosa
Feeling like I'm quany
Blue chips on me, Now I'm feeling like I'm bronny
Lift his hat up, Now he feeling like he Bobby
Thousand bands on me, Now I'm feeling like I'm fauni
They saying Dvsh washed
Nah bitch I'm in that one mode
Flyer than a motherf*cker
Ears stay on Dumbo
Looking at his gear, I can tell the price was dumb low
Thinking that he can f*ck with me
He must be dumb slow
One, two
Buckle up my Prada
Three, four
Heard them hoes, they at the door
Five, six
Heard them bullies got them sticks
Seven, eight
Where the f*ck went my drink
Going dumb up in this bitch
I think I f*cked my head up
Never dumb enough to ever go and f*ck my bread up
Remember all them times mama told me keep my head up
But staying down, made me go and get my bread up
Out in SoHo, boy I'm puttin numbers up
It's PIF 4L
Naw they can't f*ck with us
Imma rep RRR till they put me in that dust
If u f*ckin with them bullies
We ain't puttin knuckles up
Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Y'all lucky I took that lil break
I'm back up on y'all ass now
I'm in that one mode
Come on
Yeah
Gone
DVSH - DAT ONE MODE Lyrics
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Yeah
Huh
Yeah, okay
Go, go
If he trying to f*ck with gang he better hit that loadout
Turnt his black dreads to red dreads I brought lil boat out
They sayin Dvsh up on his shit again, he brought the goat out
If she trying to f*ck with gang she better bring that throat out
Finna cop the Ricky just to mistmatch Balenci
Naw I don't f*ck with skinny pants
Nah, I don't rock Amiri
Yeah, that boy ran out of pape again this shit get tricky
Trying to keep it up with Dvsh, Yeah he need a Stimi
F*ck a Goose
F*ck a Facey
Go and hand me Avirex
Ever since a knee high
Dvsh love to play with checks
He don't even play to win
Boy, he only play to flex
All these pussies in the club, Shit it look like Beta fest
Huh Damn
Where the hoes at?
If they ain't with Dvsh, they like, damn, where the goat at
Huh Damn
Where the cho at
He stuck up in his mama basement, pointing where the door at
I'm working like a motherf*cker
I ain't got no ass left
How the f*ck he still penny pinching from his last check
Heard he go to Oregon
Got him ducking like it's Affleck
Heard he got his bitch f*cked
Deep water, Affleck
Feeling like I'm Sosa
Feeling like I'm quany
Blue chips on me, Now I'm feeling like I'm bronny
Lift his hat up, Now he feeling like he Bobby
Thousand bands on me, Now I'm feeling like I'm fauni
They saying Dvsh washed
Nah bitch I'm in that one mode
Flyer than a motherf*cker
Ears stay on Dumbo
Looking at his gear, I can tell the price was dumb low
Thinking that he can f*ck with me
He must be dumb slow
One, two
Buckle up my Prada
Three, four
Heard them hoes, they at the door
Five, six
Heard them bullies got them sticks
Seven, eight
Where the f*ck went my drink
Going dumb up in this bitch
I think I f*cked my head up
Never dumb enough to ever go and f*ck my bread up
Remember all them times mama told me keep my head up
But staying down, made me go and get my bread up
Out in SoHo, boy I'm puttin numbers up
It's PIF 4L
Naw they can't f*ck with us
Imma rep RRR till they put me in that dust
If u f*ckin with them bullies
We ain't puttin knuckles up
Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Y'all lucky I took that lil break
I'm back up on y'all ass now
I'm in that one mode
Come on
Yeah
Gone
Huh
Yeah, okay
Go, go
If he trying to f*ck with gang he better hit that loadout
Turnt his black dreads to red dreads I brought lil boat out
They sayin Dvsh up on his shit again, he brought the goat out
If she trying to f*ck with gang she better bring that throat out
Finna cop the Ricky just to mistmatch Balenci
Naw I don't f*ck with skinny pants
Nah, I don't rock Amiri
Yeah, that boy ran out of pape again this shit get tricky
Trying to keep it up with Dvsh, Yeah he need a Stimi
F*ck a Goose
F*ck a Facey
Go and hand me Avirex
Ever since a knee high
Dvsh love to play with checks
He don't even play to win
Boy, he only play to flex
All these pussies in the club, Shit it look like Beta fest
Huh Damn
Where the hoes at?
If they ain't with Dvsh, they like, damn, where the goat at
Huh Damn
Where the cho at
He stuck up in his mama basement, pointing where the door at
I'm working like a motherf*cker
I ain't got no ass left
How the f*ck he still penny pinching from his last check
Heard he go to Oregon
Got him ducking like it's Affleck
Heard he got his bitch f*cked
Deep water, Affleck
Feeling like I'm Sosa
Feeling like I'm quany
Blue chips on me, Now I'm feeling like I'm bronny
Lift his hat up, Now he feeling like he Bobby
Thousand bands on me, Now I'm feeling like I'm fauni
They saying Dvsh washed
Nah bitch I'm in that one mode
Flyer than a motherf*cker
Ears stay on Dumbo
Looking at his gear, I can tell the price was dumb low
Thinking that he can f*ck with me
He must be dumb slow
One, two
Buckle up my Prada
Three, four
Heard them hoes, they at the door
Five, six
Heard them bullies got them sticks
Seven, eight
Where the f*ck went my drink
Going dumb up in this bitch
I think I f*cked my head up
Never dumb enough to ever go and f*ck my bread up
Remember all them times mama told me keep my head up
But staying down, made me go and get my bread up
Out in SoHo, boy I'm puttin numbers up
It's PIF 4L
Naw they can't f*ck with us
Imma rep RRR till they put me in that dust
If u f*ckin with them bullies
We ain't puttin knuckles up
Huh
Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Y'all lucky I took that lil break
I'm back up on y'all ass now
I'm in that one mode
Come on
Yeah
Gone
Writer: Alex Milligan
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