Back In That Mode (Pt. 2)

Uh, ayy (Drum Dummie)

I'm back in that mode again

Ayy

I'm back in that mode again, yeah, yeah

I'm back in that mode, ayy

I'm back in that mode, yeah

Ayy, yeah, I'm back in that mode again

Like fuck all that rap, I'm back in the trap, I'm breakin' down 'bows again

They ask who the biggest, the people just voted and guess who they chose again?

We went on a lick and that fuck **** snitched, knock him off, he won't fold again, ayy

Trunk full of bags, this pressure, ayy

We don't pump gas, this Tesla, yeah

**** get smacked when I catch him, ayy

Five hundred cash in the dresser, yeah

Told these **** I'm a big dog

You can send your big dog, still gon' stretch him, ayy

Told these **** I was lit, dog

Better get your bitch, dog, 'fore a **** wreck her, yeah

The Gucci, the Louis, Givenchy and Prada

The Diors I'm rockin' don't come out this year

Can't hear what they sayin'

Solitaire diamonds cost bands, eight-carat rocks in my ear

Cartier diamond charm cost eight racks

Rich shooter, sippin' Wock' in the Maybach

They was shinin', I was grindin', this is payback

When it's smoke, we'll go, we don't lay back, ayy

I'm back on that, back on that

Sit on the middle of the block with a Glock and a sack on my lap

I'm back on that, back on that

Bag it and weigh it and flip it and flip it, I'm back in the trap

I'm back on that if you be fuckin' with opps

Ain't no fuckin' with me, ain't no givin' me dap

I'm back on that on sight, I don't fight, gunfight

That's what I'm on, so stay with your strap

I'm back in that crackhouse, back on that last walk

Back on that sellin' exotics

I'm back on that fuck bein' humble

I'm back in that jungle, might catch me a body

I'm back on that fuck shit

Poodie got back with the shooters, they back on the molly

I'm back on that young **** shit

You can get your head split for dissin' the projects

I been too official

Been out here slangin' my pistol

That's what I told them ****

Guess they ain't believe it

Guarantee now they believe it

'Cause I went showed them ****

He rappin' and cappin'

He ain't 'bout none of that shit

Time to expose these ****

The numbers just dropped

They ain't wanna bring 'em to me

So I really drove them bitches

7.62s

Beam and a light on the front

Stock on the back of the stick

Fifty-round drum

We gon' hit his block and just bomb

Switch on the back of the blick

She know how I come

Let it drip all on her tongue

But I'm on the back of them bitches

These **** ain't bullies

They must think Lil' Poodie a pussy

They got me back on that shit (The fuck?)

Ayy, yeah, I'm back in that mode again

Like fuck all that rap, I'm back in the trap, I'm breakin' down 'bows again

They ask who the biggest, the people just voted and guess who they chose again?

We went on a lick and that fuck **** snitched, knock him off, he won't fold again, ayy

Trunk full of bags, this pressure, ayy

We don't pump gas, this Tesla, yeah

**** get smacked when I catch him, ayy

Five hundred cash in the dresser, yeah

Told these **** I'm a big dog

You can send your big dog, still gon' stretch him, ayy

Told these **** I was lit, dog

Better get your bitch, dog, 'fore a **** wreck her, yeah