Aye

[Chorus]
When I get in that mode it’s over with
Big General, so it’s only right I got a soldier bitch
SK with a hundred, I hold my shoulder width
Micro be small as a bitch and I’m foldin’ it
If that Glock got a switch, I’m totin’ it
Your man in a blunt and I’m smokin’ him
Bro done put in too much work so it’s only right that I’m promotin’ him

[Verse 1]
Yeah I’m back focusin’ run in your house you gon’ think that a ghost in there
Trap spot out Largo Road, ain’t shit but coke in there
Buy all the drugs you want but you can’t smoke in here
We gettin’ money bitch, shot him off rip ‘cause that boy on some funny shit
Fucked your bitch in a trailer yeah I’m on some country shit
Snatch that work out that water my cookies the chunkiest
Gallons on gallons, my water the funkiest
Shout out Mo’Nique ‘cause that lil’ bitch the frеakiest
Free Lil’ Mar I swear lil’ bro he thе sneakiest
Your chain ain’t even shinin’ that boy got the cheapest kicks
My old-head was baton’ and I ain’t even see the shit
Now every n***a come around I just be readin’ ‘em
I fed my whole hood they act I wasn’t feedin’ ‘em
Now it’s fuck all them n***as, on God I ain’t needin’ ‘em
If it’s smoke n***a say it on God where we meetin’ at
Yeah n***a be bitches I know it
I’m down Atlanta I’m showin’, in my DMs she ready I’m on her
All my plugs out the country, they foreigners
All your plugs down the street bruh you throwin’ me
Cut her n***a off she said he corny, cut my phone off she trippin’ she horny
[Chorus]
When I get in that mode it’s over with
Big General, so it’s only right I got a soldier bitch
SK with a hundred, I hold my shoulder width
Micro be small as a bitch and I’m foldin’ it
If that Glock got a switch, I’m totin’ it
Your man in a blunt and I’m smokin’ him
Bro done put in too much work so it’s only right that I’m promotin’ him

[Verse 2]
My new bitch a doll she look just like Betty Boop
Q Da Fool scared of what, scared of who?
My brothers who I front them pounds to
I don’t got shit, they bussin’ me down too
Police found two hundred grand that was mine away
They say HB got rid of that same day
And that Mac-10 on chill at my cousin place, plus that fifty thousand at my bitch place
Yeah Rich Shoota ain’t takin’ no Ls, yeah I crashed out and went back to jail
But I’m back home, I’m givin’ ‘em hell
I’m puttin’ trust in Allah then I’m puttin’ trust in my scale
Can’t get a job so it’s drugs that we sell, bitch I’m a felon
I pray this rap shit work or that Mac comin’ put on the first
For my bitch I’m cashin’ out I bought her a purse
For her son she cashin’ out she bought him a hearse
That’s your wife when I see her all I see is thirst
He got stabbed and he ran to the bubble, he hurt
Bro will spin in that bubble and leave n***as murked and spin again
[Chorus]
When I get in that mode it’s over with
Big General, so it’s only right I got a soldier bitch
SK with a hundred, I hold my shoulder width
Micro be small as a bitch and I’m foldin’ it
If that Glock got a switch, I’m totin’ it
Your man in a blunt and I’m smokin’ him
Bro done put in too much work so it’s only right that I’m promotin’ him

[Outro]
Yeah I’m back focusin’ run in your house you gon’ think that a ghost in there
Trap spot out Largo Road, ain’t shit but coke in there
Buy all the drugs you want but you can’t smoke in here
But you can’t smoke in here Auntie
Hey Auntie, Hey Auntie
Yeah on everything n***a I’m really doing this shit