GIG MODE

[Intro]
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(Yee) You feel me?
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[Verse 1]
I keep my arms up, still on gig mode
I'm never trippin' 'cause these niggas got gizmos
I'm finna flip it 'til I can't, 'til I get more
I tell 'em every day, "I live 'til I can't though"
My niggas like, "Goddamn, you the best, bro"
I'm like, "Hell yeah, say it with your chest though"
With the S on it, with the flex on it
I got a bad bitch since she said "Yes" on it
Let me win, let a nigga go in
I ain't got no time but time in my hand
Let me just pull up, hop in
Fuck a plan, baby, let's live, ayy, baby, let's, ayy

[Chorus]
Can a nigga really go in?
Gig mode, been on ten, gig, been on ten
Let a nigga really go in
Put that on mama's on kin, on mama's on—, eee
Let a nigga really go in
Gig mode, been on ten, nigga, been on ten
Let a nigga really go in
Put that on mama's on kin, on mama's on—

[Verse 2]
On life, all good, on God
Everywhere, I'm good, on God
Let me smile, let me do it, let me mob
And all my niggas know that's my job
I'm in the yoni like that's my job
RIP Yung Curt, I mob
We still hy-hy-hyphy and goin' dumb
I never trip 'cause a nigga still havin' fun
I know everybody say they got the rumble pack
I ain't trippin', boy, I'll bring the drummer back
Real winner, spent winter makin' summer slaps
I'm in the villa and I'm feelin' like the Bay back
Ooh, look at him go, he so stuey
Ooh, when I be in it, she so gooey
Ooh, look at him get it, they go, "Wow"
Ooh, see how I do it, they like, "How?"

[Chorus]
Ayy, can a nigga really go in?
Gig mode, been on ten, nigga, been on ten
Let a nigga really go in
Put that on mama's on kin, on mama's on kin
Can a nigga really go in?
Gig mode, been on ten, gig, been on ten
Let a nigga really go in
Put that on mama's on kin, on—, ayy

[Verse 3]
Pull up at the party, hardly movin'
Niggas talkin'? Fuck that shit, we groovin'
Yeah, you know I'm tardy all the time
But parties only start when I arrive
Shmobby, that's the way I always do's it
Grew up hella faded off the music
Jacka, Fabby, Husalah was the blueprint
Just a nigga out the nine to five (Five, five, five)