Papa Wes - Beast Mode (feat. ABB.Golden)

You steady bringin up the past nah boo like why u tripping
I be working on myself im tryna make a living
I be stacking up dis paper like its dominoes
Im that nigga from the muppy call it pompano
Yeah we call it pompano
One phone call my niggas stepping yeah its adios
Im infected by the money i was diagnosed
Had to shake that little nigga because he did the most
Wen i slide got my shooters in the backseat
I Got a lick yeah i took them to the back street
Catch a pick because im ballin like a athlete
This aint a race but im running like a track meet
Fuck the bitch then i pass it to my kin folk
I never said nothing about but its been smoke
I heard u niggas been lame yeah i stay woke
I thought u niggas been rich why you stay broke
Left the bitch because she fucking with my mental
Got a lick so im sliding in the rental
I neva lack i be stepping with the chrome now
I be running with the dogs call me zoe pound
They aint wanna see me win but they know now
I got the chicken i can give your ass the kung pow
Im in traffic i be sliding with my knees now
I call her megan she be riding with her knees now

Written by:
Ted Pierre, Wesley Jacques

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