Back Innat Mode

[Intro]
(Ki, you cooked this?)
(Uh)
(Run that shit up Trxy)
I'm back in that mode again
I'm back in that, yeah, uh
I'm back in that, uh, uh-huh

[Verse 1: Screwly G]
I'm back in that mode again
Let a n***a think he's safe, when he tryna pull in the driveway, that's how you box him in
Run a n***a down, leave a fuck n***a face on the ground, gotta call for the ambulance
Last time opp n***a got caught was a DOA, and I did my murder dance, alright
Ain't heard about me, I'm the murder man
N***a, I know I'm racist, I don't like these n***s, we the new KKK clan
Bro tryna pass them the ARP in the SRT, but I'm shootin' FN
All he seen was four n***s bounce out of all-black truck with skis and ran
Alright, one n***a got away cause he ran too fast
This bitch ass left his mans bleedin' out on the floor, so we stood over his ass
N***a tried to spin through the block, yeah, bro went to car, 762s went through the glass
If you think he got away, you dumb as him, for spinnin', we make n***s crash
Tell my opps stop droppin' the weak ass diss, you ain't heard that shit be trash
I can go fuck off a hundred right now, I ain't trippin' bout that, plenty more in the stash
I never cuff a bitch or trick on shit that I heard my bro'nem smashed
I don't want a ratchet bitch on ratchet shit, I like my bitch with class
8 in the morning, we finna bounce out on him, dumbass n***s come crazy
Dumbass n***s must still ain't learnt they lesson, n***s keep goin' out bad
Must ain't heard bout the one opp n***a got left at the store tryna get him some gas
We left his ass on the floor, bro swung his door, left his brains by his chest and his bag
Alright, ain't got no hat, then you can't get in
I got a white boy sittin' in the cut right now, tryna shoot like Jeremy Lin
I know a scammer that get you a bag right now if you give him your social and PIN
N***a can't say nothin' bad about Lil Boog 'round me, n***a, that's my twin (You know that, long live my brother)
Alright, uh, talk to the devil, I'm sinnin' again
Lil bro want him a Glock with a switch and he said it don't matter what kind of Gen
Lil bro want him a pipe and a strike, he ain't tryna look nice, he tryna go spin
Fresh off of drill right now, but a n***a ain't die, so I'm just finna come through again

[Verse 2: BabyDrill]
(Frrrrt)
Tell him duck his head, bro got the Gen
So many shots let off, it fucked around, knocked off the whole van
N***a got caught, he was clubbin', think shit sweet, got caught with a ? in his head
Came out the store with a white tee, hit him with four n***s, turn the white tee to red (Hit 'em up)
N****s be gangsta all over the net, seen him in person he a bitch
Just called for a G-Lock, built-in switch, hit him with hot shit, watch how he twitch
Paranoid, I've been geekin' on G6
Caught a body, I told them I ain't seen shit
Dropped the Lego inside of a ARP, hit opp block, how I got three hits (BabyDrill)
He done checked out, checked out, checked out (He died)
He done checked out, checked out, checked out (Got him clapped)
He done checked out, checked out, checked out
Main shooter, they ain't know who had did it, I brought the TEC out
He tryna beef on the net, I'm tryna get some stretched, we ain't the same
Mini micro with a peanut butter grip hit harder than diamonds on Johnny Dang
Done back with a suppressor in stock, kick more shit than Liu Kang
We have a striker, we use it legit to take off, slid in the rain (Skrrt)
I caught a body before I bought a body, n***a, we not the same (Nah)
Them n****s on whip, they don't give two fucks, they'll crash out 'bout some stain (OD)
Headtap, headtap, back to the basics
Young n***a know I want brains
N***a, fuck my cousin, tell my auntie play with her nephew, shit ain't safe