LD 5K - Go Mode (feat. FinnDaGreatest)

When the perc kick in, I'ma fuck up the beat
Hey Phantom, you the pillar
She get freaky off the wine, but I don't know, I just want
Liquor hoe, my barber always put me in the game, but that boy not a coach

Young nigga, but you can't name a beat that I haven't rode
Young nigga, but you can't name a drink that I never poured
I'll cut the eye on in the kitchen and tell a opp to hit the stove
I'm out this bitch tryna get rich while you at the liquor store

Bitch, I walk hard, Off the wockhardt , but I'm still gon' pour up four
This bitch bad she want me to shoot my shot, but bitch, you not a goal,
She said "what's your sign", it don't matter, is we gon' fuck or not
Made ha bump ha head while we was fuckin', that's a fuckin' knot

Bitch, I walk around with all this metal like a juggernaut
Catch a opp and leave that boy like candy, get him poppin' rocks
Bitch, I'm wasted, In the party, with Mike doing the Diddy - Bop,
Bitch, I'm from the country, I don't give two fucks, bout no city cop

And these bitches bops, yeah, yeah, and these bitches bops
I'm stuck in this shit, I'ma stick to the end
Don't talk to me, you're not my friend
Money ain't runnin' up bendin

I can see all the hate through the Ray-Ban lens
I fuck on a bitch, then I chop down ha friend
And I'm servin' gas, this shit Recommended
Tryna ice up my neck with a pendant

We takin' this shit, we ain't lendin
I made your nigga this trend
With gas in the air, we got plenty
And bitch, it's the wood, this shit ain't no mini

I want all the smoke like a chimney in this shit, it's not rented
Most of these bitches be hoes, so don't be textin' me about a bitch
You say I'm skinny, I'm thin ice
that's cool, I keep a hockey stick

And it's hot
Run up bitch, I'm jalapeño poppin shit,
Bitch, I might get mad, then Start hollerin' and then poppin shit
WG the gang, play with them, bitch, I'm bendin' shit

My brother don't care, I done seen him tryna whack a bitch
Pass big bro the steel, like, bitch shoot like Stoyakovich
When this song come on, your bitch head move like a bobblehead
This shit make her bob her head, this shit make her bob her wig

I'm on point like Bobby Pins, loose, You soft ass fuck like Joggin pants
Bitch, I just be pacing to the money, I'm the Joggin' Man
Nigga, try me, I'm gettin' locked up for the same shit Bobby did

Written by:
LD Worles

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