I'm back in that mode
Hop in the vette, I'm right back on the road
Big bank deposits, got racks on the floor
Fly like a pilot, I just poured a four
Skeletons in the closet, I'm talkin' bout clothes
Commas on commas, I need me some more
Backseat of the Ghost, ridin' around with a pole
In checa' hoe Texas posted on the four
Back in the East, got them bows for the low
I got that bank and I don't need no loan
Me and bro niggas just don't get along
Country lil' bitch lookin' like Nia Long
F*cked her too good, she can't leave me alone
Back sippin' drink, I can't leave it alone
Fresh out the cell, and I'm back on the road
Made it out the hood, did this shit on my own
Ridin' one deep, do my dirt on my own
Three in the mornin' thinkin' bout my bro
Back in the West, got a spot on the coast
Poppin' champagne bottles, let's make a toast
Just like Sauce Walka, I'm drippin' on hoes
All of these racks and I can't see the floor
Four stripper hoes cookin' dope with no clothes
Float like the Pope, got a pole in my coat
Give him the rope, let him choke like a toke
At the marina, I'm shoppin' for boats
Ain't no one cleaner, I'm fresher than a ho
What you mean, have I seen her? I've been smashed that ho
In the ring like John Cena, I'm off the top rope
Catch a fade like a Caesar, I'm on the top floor
Don't get slid like a Visa, knocked out on the floor
Let her drown, I ain't fema, I ain't savin' that hoe
Got cheese like a pizza, I'm boxin' up dough
On freeze like a freezer, got blocks of the snow
Free like an eagle, more fly than a crow
Two senoritas, both tryin' to come home
Used to rock beepers and talk on payphones
Used to rock sneakers from Payless with holes
Used to go shoppin' at Walmart for clothes
Now I got options, I'm poppin' for sure
Now I got houses and cars and clothes
Even when I was broke and I always had hoes
Gotta stay focused and locked in the zone
Can't give you my heart, but I'll buy you some chrome
Choppers on choppers, I need me some more
Cooked up like pasta, I trapped in the snow
I'm with some shotas, they all rockin' gold
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I'm back in that mode
Hop in the vette, I'm right back on the road
Big bank deposits, got racks on the floor
Fly like a pilot, I just poured a four
Skeletons in the closet, I'm talkin' bout clothes
Commas on commas, I need me some more
Backseat of the Ghost, ridin' around with a pole
In checa' hoe Texas posted on the four
Back in the East, got them bows for the low
I got that bank and I don't need no loan
Me and bro niggas just don't get along
Country lil' bitch lookin' like Nia Long
F*cked her too good, she can't leave me alone
Back sippin' drink, I can't leave it alone
Fresh out the cell, and I'm back on the road
Made it out the hood, did this shit on my own
Ridin' one deep, do my dirt on my own
Three in the mornin' thinkin' bout my bro
Back in the West, got a spot on the coast
Poppin' champagne bottles, let's make a toast
Just like Sauce Walka, I'm drippin' on hoes
All of these racks and I can't see the floor
Four stripper hoes cookin' dope with no clothes
Float like the Pope, got a pole in my coat
Give him the rope, let him choke like a toke
At the marina, I'm shoppin' for boats
Ain't no one cleaner, I'm fresher than a ho
What you mean, have I seen her? I've been smashed that ho
In the ring like John Cena, I'm off the top rope
Catch a fade like a Caesar, I'm on the top floor
Don't get slid like a Visa, knocked out on the floor
Let her drown, I ain't fema, I ain't savin' that hoe
Got cheese like a pizza, I'm boxin' up dough
On freeze like a freezer, got blocks of the snow
Free like an eagle, more fly than a crow
Two senoritas, both tryin' to come home
Used to rock beepers and talk on payphones
Used to rock sneakers from Payless with holes
Used to go shoppin' at Walmart for clothes
Now I got options, I'm poppin' for sure
Now I got houses and cars and clothes
Even when I was broke and I always had hoes
Gotta stay focused and locked in the zone
Can't give you my heart, but I'll buy you some chrome
Choppers on choppers, I need me some more
Cooked up like pasta, I trapped in the snow
I'm with some shotas, they all rockin' gold
Hop in the vette, I'm right back on the road
Big bank deposits, got racks on the floor
Fly like a pilot, I just poured a four
Skeletons in the closet, I'm talkin' bout clothes
Commas on commas, I need me some more
Backseat of the Ghost, ridin' around with a pole
In checa' hoe Texas posted on the four
Back in the East, got them bows for the low
I got that bank and I don't need no loan
Me and bro niggas just don't get along
Country lil' bitch lookin' like Nia Long
F*cked her too good, she can't leave me alone
Back sippin' drink, I can't leave it alone
Fresh out the cell, and I'm back on the road
Made it out the hood, did this shit on my own
Ridin' one deep, do my dirt on my own
Three in the mornin' thinkin' bout my bro
Back in the West, got a spot on the coast
Poppin' champagne bottles, let's make a toast
Just like Sauce Walka, I'm drippin' on hoes
All of these racks and I can't see the floor
Four stripper hoes cookin' dope with no clothes
Float like the Pope, got a pole in my coat
Give him the rope, let him choke like a toke
At the marina, I'm shoppin' for boats
Ain't no one cleaner, I'm fresher than a ho
What you mean, have I seen her? I've been smashed that ho
In the ring like John Cena, I'm off the top rope
Catch a fade like a Caesar, I'm on the top floor
Don't get slid like a Visa, knocked out on the floor
Let her drown, I ain't fema, I ain't savin' that hoe
Got cheese like a pizza, I'm boxin' up dough
On freeze like a freezer, got blocks of the snow
Free like an eagle, more fly than a crow
Two senoritas, both tryin' to come home
Used to rock beepers and talk on payphones
Used to rock sneakers from Payless with holes
Used to go shoppin' at Walmart for clothes
Now I got options, I'm poppin' for sure
Now I got houses and cars and clothes
Even when I was broke and I always had hoes
Gotta stay focused and locked in the zone
Can't give you my heart, but I'll buy you some chrome
Choppers on choppers, I need me some more
Cooked up like pasta, I trapped in the snow
I'm with some shotas, they all rockin' gold
Writer: Isaiah Oliver
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