Lyrics Beast Mode - DaBoii, Yhung T.O.

Beast Mode

RBE x SOB THAT’S THE GANG BITCH
From Parts Unknown
Let’s get the shit bappin'
Daddy to yo' bitch but wit' you she a bastard
Bitch want dick so I let the bitch have it
Was a good girl till I left the bitch ratchet
A nigga diss us think twice 'bout yo life first
Fuck feelin' down stupid head I get hype first
Wanna get her hair pulled bitch met the right jerk
Water on my neck bust down Crystal Geyser
How you stupid niggas shooters never shot shit?
Catch yo ass tie you up you a hostage
Smoking cookie in the cloud that’s a cockpit
Opp nigga slide down meet the chopstick
Tired of yo voice stupid nigga stop talkin'
Fuck squaring up I’ll get this bitch sparkin'
4−4 bulldog let it start barkin'
Bitch I got good wood come and start carvin'
Glock with the stick let it bust like a orgy
Clip pokin' out hoes think that I’m horny
My door kick downers in yo house like they Cory
Keep talkin' hot on the net till we torch em
Yo bro go missin' gotta find him like Dory
Leave em wit' the fishes, aww damn he really Dory
And I’m tapped in with the plug but I’m cordless
You niggas ain’t a part of the family you a orphan
New wave and we started this shit
Big ass Glock and I startle this bitch
Cooks in the wood I be sparkin' that shit
And it’s strictly only gang you ain’t a part of that bitch
.40 shells goin' through his chest rip his torso
When we gone keep killin' niggas till the score gone
Fuck around come home see ya door gone
Brodie in the back wit' the strap like some cornrows
I, don’t, fuck, with niggas
Why, don’t, y’all, fuckin' get it
New, chop, a fuckin' midget
Talk, dumb, and be a victim
I, can’t, trust these bitches
I gotta keep extensions
Fine like a fuckin' ticket
Hit it leave a fuckin' dent in
.22 in the stick RIP Tutu
And I won’t shake yo hand bitch I’m too cool
SOB x RBE we some loose screws
T.O.
in the back wrong move he’ll shoot you
Glock fresh out the box that’s a brand new
Catch a opp watch him drop killed his mans too
And his bro and his bitch and his friends too
All these muthafuckin' styles I’m a damn crew
Zip-lock with the lips better seal 'em
Love’ll get you killed, knock you down, Keri Hilson
Bitch go to hell, all that swallowin' my children
RIP Mac Dre bitch myself I be feelin'
All these fuckin' foreign’s on the block meet the dealer
Slide down hot on his block meet the killers
Brodie bro keep a tool Bob the Builder
When I go deep I’m a beast, I’m a wielder
Keep you?
I can barely keep you company
When that time comes dear God pray you come for me
Whole lotta walkin' licks brought the tongues with me
Everywhere I go bitch I gotta bring the thugs with me
Trust you?
Shit I barely trust my damn self
Pass bro the Glock nah I’d rather shoot my damn self
Let you shoot me?
I’d rather shoot my damn self
If ya mans down hold him up be a damn shelf
All you bitches funny, what you think I slap my knee for?
All this knee slappin' God damn where my knees go
Bitch whole gang in the door y’all the peepholes
Bitch I feel like Marshawn I’m in beastmode
It be real in the field so we keep poles
If she can make it disappear that’s a deepthroat
When you that nigga to these bitches that’s a cheat code
Keep a extra clip let it rip then I reload