Back In That Mode (Pt. 2)

[Intro]
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

[Chorus]
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 nigga 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
Nigga get smacked when I catch him, ayy
Five hundred cash in the dresser, yeah
Told thesе niggas I'm a big dog
You can send your big dog, still gon' stretch him, ayy
Told thesе niggas I was lit, dog
Better get your bitch, dog, 'fore a nigga wreck her, yeah

[Verse]
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 nigga 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 niggas
Guess they ain't believe it
Guarantee now they believe it
'Cause I went showed them niggas
He rappin' and cappin'
He ain't 'bout none of that shit
Time to expose these niggas
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 niggas ain't bullies
They must think Lil' Poodie a pussy
They got me back on that shit (The fuck?)

[Chorus]
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 nigga 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
Nigga get smacked when I catch him, ayy
Five hundred cash in the dresser, yeah
Told these niggas I'm a big dog
You can send your big dog, still gon' stretch him, ayy
Told these niggas I was lit, dog
Better get your bitch, dog, 'fore a nigga wreck her, yeah