FBE JT - Mode

Yeah
Tell bro to pour a deuce up
We lit we with the hoes, it's bout like two sum
Press a bitch then press her friend I don't give two fucks
Give me head and use her teeth, gone fuck my mood up
Don't play no Ella Mai, I ain't tryna be boo'd up
Cause I want no problems
I just want more dollars
Load up my pockets
With gang like fuck the oppers
Load up them choppers
Spin again, load up them choppers
Bout ten shots got me in mode
New chain got bro on froze
Tell bro stop chasing them hoes
Tell bro start chasing them pros
My bitch done got a new nigga, I'm cool with playing my role
Bro said he catch that sh..
Then he sending him home
Got it on my own they ain't wanna let me in so I'm kicking the door
I think bro addicted every time he come around he tryna pour up a four
Fuck a Benz tryna ride in a Rolls
Tell bro keep his heat cause the streets get cold
I'll be satisfied when my people on
Niggas pull a snake shit all the time I act like I don't know
I needed niggas they wasn't fucking with me so now I don't answer the phone
They say I'm wrong
But I don't think I'm wrong
Was all alone, niggas left me on my own
My bitch got me, she don't need no rose
Don't need no niggas, I got my bros
Won't hog no bitch quick to pass a hoe
She can't be my bitch, what she asking for
No I ain't bougie, got some bitches, put them on the floor
Soon as I walk in, they all on go
Tell bro to pour a deuce up
We lit we with the hoes, it's bout like two sum
Press a bitch then press her friend I don't give two fucks
Give me head and use her teeth, gone fuck my mood up
Don't play no Ella Mai, I ain't tryna be boo'd up
Cause I want no problems
I just want more dollars
Load up my pockets
With gang like fuck the oppers
Load up them choppers
Spin again, load up them choppers

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FBE Jt

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