Trey Stakkz - Beast Mode

Aye, aye
Yea
Wolf gang
Ian even gotta say much on this one
Yeah

Aye
No safari niggas know that I been wilding lately
You won't catch me semi lacking I am not a baby
The glock kick like special teams dawg without a safety
This shotgun will empty backs like I'm Tom Brady
Go head and run I'll split ya back if you try to play me
I treat opps like Odell what he caught crazy
Let's see who got more guns but Ian talking Tracy
He got blue up out water they thought it was they navy
Wolf gang all my apparel Ion need a stylist lately
Ion care bout rocking no designer that do not phase me
Grim reaper I be hoodied up on the daily
I get my jeans from H&M Ion shop at Macy's
Everyday I'm in the stu bitch I'm not lazy
All your songs kiddie pool they just not wavey
If Wolf Gang made the beat you know they dropped eighty
It's like the Feds up at the door you know the knock crazy
If you want a verse from Stakkz then you gotta pay me
All this dough got me icing I feel like a pastry
Impala SS please don't try to race me
5.3 under the hood if 12 try to chase me
Too boujie for these ratchet bitches you can not date me
No we can't fuck but I might let you give me top maybe
She tried sucking me to sleep but you can not sedate me
I left white around her mouth look like she caught the rabies
If yeen tryna give me no ass then bitch do not hey me
No you can't none of my racks bitch do not bae me
After I give you this dick you can not hate me
If you want me to be faithful then you gotta make me
How I do this bitches clueless like Stacy Dash
Take a princess to bricks and let my brothers smash
She wanted back shots but she ain't got enough of ass
I think my girl listening alright enough of that
I'm committed to the money I'm in love with cash
It's like I just took out the garbage how I get a bag
I can't listen to these rappers they so fucking trash
That's why you bitch use all my songs to make a dub smash
I'll spazz for the green like I'm popeye
For a bag I'm pulling up they gotta drop fries
If y'all take one of ours no that shit can not slide
All that fuck shit y'all won't do that shit on our side
Ain't no way yo kill bro and you still alive
What happened, why you niggas ain't step, when y'all finna ride
What happened to all of y'all choppas, y'all need me to drive
Let guess you just rap bout how ya nigga died
I'm in the streets with the monsters like sesame
Local rapper but get treated like a celebrity
Life time worth of bars this shit a felony
Beast mode man you know these niggas scared of me on the gang

Man these niggas don't rap like me
Y'all better get y'all weight up
Yeah
Big wolf shit
Gone

Written by:
Tremayne McCrimmon

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