Back In Mode Video (MV)

I been through a whole lot of shit you may neva know
All I know is when the packs in, you gotta get em gone
Riding with a bad bitch and her friend, they finna take me home
But it's just to get some mo smoke, then back to the road
How to make a hunnit K, you gotta get in yo zone
Like how you making all this pape off a couple mobile phones
Lil boy, a bitch ass nigga beta watch your tone
Was lil young money at fourteen, now my money grown
Niggas always talking about pape, boy, my money long
Hit a dumb nigga with the drac, don't know what he was on
Yo, bitch, love the smell of my new cologne
This stick will clear the whole goddamn parking zone
Graduated to the dope game, I had to grow up
I walk up in the spot, I see Cuz, been breeding Pups
Quit flexing with that ticking ass Rollie before it blow up
I feel like Weezy F, don't worry about what's up in my cup
Hold on, wait, let me switch my flow up
Got two styrofoam, so you know I finna po up
I ain't got no more of that kind, you might be outta luck
But I got this other strain, and this fire is f*cked
I orchestrated all these touchdowns like I'm Nick Saban
Ran out of drank, I almost up the drac and start spraying
I'll pop my pops if he was a cop, I think I'm like Kanan
You the type of nigga to get cornered like I'm a boy Damon
I ain't got no love for a bitch, they all hos
Get a bitch, drop her off, text her three words, leave me alone
Roll a 3.5 up, exotic to the face, I'm hella throwed
Bitch think she caught some Za, it was really cloned
Run up on me, I shoot that bitch quick like I'm Shawn Marion
I'm balling, but every time I got the stick, I get called for carrying
Like super smack, she almost broke her neck looking back staring
Only thing yall niggas really good at is pall bearing
Take a sip out my cup, I'm back in mode
Plug gon' keep throwing em just past another load
Dawg tryna get tapped into where the prices low
I ain't get this shit for cheap, he payed the lil' mo
Step on that dog, tape it up, let it freeze, that's a cold cut
Baby boy ass, nigga lil Jody, don't get choked up
You should see my brother by the pot, he got the touch
F*ck D-Lo, snitch ass, but we did used to flood the crush
Aye, Mook, pass the wood, don't, done, bro
Niggas talking bout guns, alright let me hit up flow
Sipping on the four of Wockhardt, got me moving slow
Got the Za game on lock this shit in a figure four
Plug hiked me the bag, I'm quarterbacking I'm like set hit
Wrap my body in a lot of gold, I feel like King Tut
I don't know if I'm wrong for saying this, but I'm in love with sluts
Ghost just walked in with my bitch Trisa, that boy is clutch