Huey King - Go Mode (feat. Atmore VI)

She say she love me
Ain't surprised cuz I'm getting money
For the price my niggas get ugly
We get high in this bitch like a junkie
Know you gotta get it if you want it
I ran up a ticket ain't no diploma bitch I had to get it I was by my lonely
They was hating on me I was really chosen
Drop the pin on ya tail like a donkey
Said it's smoke we got scopes if you want it
All my pants fit like oatmeal they lumpy
They love me in UK like kentucky
Upped some racks now I say what I want to
I ain't joking why he lookin funny
Momma I ain't a sucker or none
So I hope you wasn't hoping for something
As you can see I'm in go mode fuck it big cuz let's get back on the road
I use to pray for them days to be over really that shit was just making me strong
I took his bitch keep a stick in my joggers I think he hurt he won't leave it alone
Get you some bread niggas cheesy fasho
Hope for the best but I know it get cold
Went from the South to the North with the poles
Just to come back to the South I feel home
Now I'm the chief like I'm Patrick Maholmes
Now I can chief when I'm packing the bong
I cut some niggas up out my circle it wasn't working
I told my shorty let's make it work no I ain't perfect
If she hold me down I'ma cash her out that's a brand new Birkin
They say early bird get to the worms nigga I been chirping
But I had to put all the work in at first I was flirting
Now I'm rockstar status so the tent in the whip came with curtains
She say she love me
Ain't surprised cuz I'm getting money
For the price my niggas get ugly
We get high in this bitch like a junkie
Know you gotta get it if you want it
I ran up a ticket ain't no diploma bitch I had to get it I was by my lonely
They was hating on me I was really chosen
Drop the pin on ya tail like a donkey
Said it's smoke we got scopes if you want it
All my pants fit like oatmeal they lumpy
They love me in UK like kentucky
Upped some racks now I say what I want to
I ain't joking why he lookin funny
Momma I ain't a sucker or none
So I hope you wasn't hoping for something
I am in go mode go mode
I could not be a hobo that's a no no
Put tax on the bags I would get for the low low
Como se dice he say telefono
I was actin childish gambino
Gambling with my life at the casino
Drive the 911 out in Reno
Bitch I'm flipping keys like a fuck a kilo
The Judge gave Nico, 3-0 off the Rico
The plug still down in Rio eating Pico
Superhero ego see no evil
Attracted to the zeros magneto
Ballin since a baby CP3 year old
All the songs goin gold C3PO
R2d2 I might beep out a BPO
See me like TiVo better turn the TV on
High as hell in New York just feeding seagulls
The final boss, pleased for me to meet you
End the game I easily defeat you
I can't be tryna please a bunch of people
Right after he read em then weeping
Don't creep in the jeep but beep beep
Bitch it's jeepers creepers
Road running meep meep had to run up the meter
I call up HK we like Goku Vegeta, you Frieza
She say she love me
Ain't surprised cuz I'm getting money
For the price my niggas get ugly
We get high in this bitch like a junkie
Know you gotta' get it if you want it
I ran up a ticket ain't no diploma bitch I had to get it I was by my lonely
They was hating on me I was really chosen
Drop the pin on ya tail like a donkey
Said it's smoke we got scopes if you want it
All my pants fit like oatmeal they lumpy
They love me in UK like kentucky
Upped some racks now I say what I want to
I ain't joking why he lookin funny
Momma I ain't a sucker or none
So I hope you wasn't hoping for something

Written by:
Atmore King, Houston King

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