Night mode.

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sheesh! Huh

[Pre-Hook]
Yuh, kinda want a bust down (bust down!)
Bought a fake bust down but that shit’s still shimmering
I been tryna cut down (cut it!)
Caught myself going round town putting pussy on the hit list
Niggas tryna show out?
You don’t wanna know how long I been feeling reckless
Really might pop out (boom!)
It’s a fucking knock out hit after hit I be getting, real shit

[Hook]
I rolled up on a Rolls Royce, thought about robbing it
I’ve been outta pocket, young nigga nonsense
Gossip, people always talking
I be on my own shit, always on boss shit, nauseous (whoa!)
Sick of the competition coming up short on the kid
I’ve been itching for a win
That I really had to fight for, I’ve been on night mode
Nocturnal shit, what’s the light for nigga

[Verse]
Yeah, sun go down, that’s another day gone
But you know I’m still on nigga (on nigga)
Real shit, king shit, never not me shit
But I’m still the don, nigga (don nigga)
Big talk, wrist watch, pissed off all the damn opps in the set nigga
Selfish, reckless, gold plated necklace, but she’s still wet nigga (haha!)
Please pick your poison, do you want the smoke or do you want to forfeit
I tend to ignore niggas talking they shit but I’m pissed
So I’m airing out all of the laundry, you cannot ignore me
Your favorite artist sounding boring lately so I’m glad he hate me
I’ve been meditating in the desert decapitating every rapper
That’s showing his face around me, yeah yeah
Murder season, I’ma make a killing
That’s how I got it hoe (haha)
She like the whip when I pull up (skrrrt)
I just bought it hoe (that shit go vroom)
Shaking my fist that’s a dice roll
Snake eyes everywhere that I go
Fuck around, run game with my eyes closed...
Still dark still night mode

[Pre-Hook]
Kinda want a bust down (bust down!)
Bought a fake bust down but that shit’s still shimmering
Been tryna cut down (cut down)
Caught myself going round town putting pussy on the hit list
Niggas wanna show out? (Huh?)
You don’t wanna know how long I been feeling reckless
I’m just tryna pop out (pop out!)
It’s a fucking knock out hit after hit I be getting, real shit

[Hook]
I rolled up on a Rolls Royce, thought about robbing it
I’ve been outta pocket, young nigga nonsense
Gossip, people always talking
I be on my own shit, always on boss shit, nauseous (whoa!)
Sick of the competition coming up short on the kid
I’ve been itching for a win
That I really had to fight for, I’ve been on night mode
Nocturnal shit, what’s the light for nigga

[Outro]
Yeah boy!
Clarence The fucking Kid
You already know what the fuck going on
Bob Li on the fucking beat (shaw00p!)
Hammers and saws and shit
Gra-ka-ka-ka-ka, gra-ka-ka-ka-ka
He built that shit out
(Bang, bang, bang!)