[Lyric] Mode (Lunchbox)

[Intro: Lunchbox]
Dulio, shut up
I'm finna get in that mode

[Chorus: Lunchbox]
I'm finna get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (I'm finna get in that mode)
Bitch, watch me get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (Get on and get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (I'm finna get in that mode)
Bitch, watch me get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode

[Verse 1: Lunchbox]
Need the racks, tell 'em send that shit up
We don't care what you did
We don't care what you did, that shit over
With your bitch, she gon' bend that shit over
I done really put bands in the sofa
I [?]
I can't be 'round these niggas much longer
Don't need to know what I cop, what I need
If a nigga want problem with us
Brodie's throwing up shots like Drew Brees
Nigga, we getting money, compleshe
I got racks in this Rick Owens Fleece
I'm in love with the drum like I'm Chief
I just scored sippin' wock for the free
I'm getting tired of me
Smoke with no love is exotic, can't fuck with my lunch
I know they tired of me
All of these knots and blue guap, and they ain't getting none
Don't think about trying me
Be cool where you walk, hit that block, bro, he ain't got a gun
Got some wock and that's fine with me
I am so high, you not fond of me
[Chorus: Lunchbox]
I'm finna get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (I'm finna get in that mode)
Bitch, watch me get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (Get on and get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (I'm finna get in that mode)
Bitch, watch me get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode

[Verse 2: Yeat]
I'm finna get in that mode (Mode)
All my diamonds are so wet
All my diamonds on a boat (Boat, phew)
Fuck that bitch and let her go (Yeah)
Back to where she come, ho
I'm rich I don't got no change
Fuck that bitch, I'm in a range
Water diamonds, and they hidden twenties, [?] in the rain
We gon' hit him with the shots, make him disappear, call him David Blaine (Buh, yeah)
Walked inside the building, bitch, my pockets fucking living, bitch, they on the floor (Yeah)
All my money go to heaven, bitch, I stack it up until I can't no more (No more)
Said my twizzy really get 'em, yeah, light 'em up, and get 'em gone, no more (Bang)
I just wake up and take a perc and boot it up until I can't even take no more (So high)
Your favorite girl, your wifey girl, she over here, she suckin' dick, that bitch a whore (Don't lie)
It's hard for me to fall in love with a bitch, I kick her out, I get bored (Don't try)
Every time I'm in the mode, yeah, I'm 'bout to juice up, 'bout to hit the store (Luh crank)
Yeah, every time I pour it up, double cup deuce, yeah, I'm 'bout to snore (Luh crank)
Yeah, I went and pulled up the GLE, 6-speed, bitches pull off and roar (Luh crank)
If you ain't even rock with the gang, we don't rock with you at all, I would take you to war
[Chorus: Lunchbox]
I'm finna get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (I'm finna get in that mode)
Bitch, watch me get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (Get on and get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (I'm finna get in that mode)
Bitch, watch me get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode