In That Mode

[Chorus]
Beast Mode
Shh, shh
I'm in that mode
Shh, shh
I'm in that mode
Yeah, yeah, shh
I'm in that mode
Yeah, yeah
I'm finna go ghost, this shit don't float
This shit white coke, the big gay throat
The wrist I tote, my wrist on snow
My chain on fruit, my name on froze
My bitch on cool, my bitch on woke
My gang on who, my gang on gold
My shawty, she soundin' like a designer
She fit on the sack, I'ma just get two cause I couldn't decide

[Verse 1]
I'ma go full throttle, I couldn't deny
In the crib got water, it look like the Nile
Ain't shawty still mad, she stuck in denial
I just wish you didn't stab my back
I just wish it could happen again
I'ma make me an M in the M
And you wish you could taste it again
Wish I ready to win
Wish I, wish I ready to win
Wish I, wish I did it again
One shot, one shot, and then the end
Went one shot, one shot, and then the end
Went one shot, one shot, one shot
The more I spend, the more I get, the more I risk
The more I is, I'm getting rich
The more I take, the more I split
She wanna show me she could do a split
She'll show her toes if she don't give a shit (Yeah)
We going home with four or five or six

[Chorus]
Beast mode
Shh, shh
I'm in that mode
Shh, shh
I'm in that mode
Yeah, yeah, shh
I'm in that mode
Yeah, yeah
I'm finna go ghost, this shit don't float
This shit white coke, the big A throw
The wrist I tote, my wrist on snow
My chain on fruit, my name on froze
My bitch on cool, my bitch on woke
My gang on who, my gang on go
My shawty shit sound, it look like a diss
I'ma just get two, cause I couldn't decide

[Verse 2]
The one on the side of the one that's a bopper
Flyin' with B-B-B-Balenciaga
You ever seen villains in Balenciaga?
Told them that B-B-B-Balenciaga
Taking this shit, they can call me the robber
Pack in the air, but don't forget to grab her
Try to be nice to the bitch, so how she gon' look at me
Say I'm an asshole
The way that I'm making this cash, I'm making it fast
You wouldn't even last, bro
I got my foot on the gas, I ain't gon' stop
You're stuck in the last row
Throwing your shit in the trash, I'm raising the flag
Like we no sopranos
In my left hand, and I'm boutta hit it with my best man
Look at the money it's dredging
Yeah, we takin' off like we the Jetsons
Benjamin, that's my best friend
All the dead prisoners a blessing
I'm the gold bitch I reckon
Yeah, they wouldn't guess that this would happen

[Chorus]
Beast mode
Shh, shh
I'm in that mode
Shh, shh
I'm in that mode
Yeah, yeah, shh
I'm in that mode
Yeah, yeah
I'm finna go ghost, this shit don't float
This shit white coke, the big gay throat
The wrist I tote, my wrist on snow
My chain on fruit, my name on froze
My bitch on cool, my bitch on woke
My gang on who, my gang on gold
My shawty, she soundin' like a designer
She fit on the sack, I'ma just get two cause I couldn't decide