Yung Savv - Beast Mode Lyrics

Niggas mad but I don't even understand
S Prod made another f*cking hit again I can't wait till I touch my first hundred bands
Sitting back thinking like what city I'ma get it in
Always remember watch who you call your f*cking friends
Niggas snakes cut em off by the f*cking head
If you lead you can never be misled
Stay up on your grind little nigga be about your bread
A hater is a fan who's outta pocket Stop it before hands get thrown like a mosh pit
Starting gassing shit trying to get my name popping
People hear my DM like when your music dropping
If you need a feature hit my email We can talk business we can get into details
I don't care if you a male or a female
Just trying to get a check my family gotta eat well
Surprising people with bangers they like, Damn he's cold
Snapping on the beat I just entered beast mode
Hit the three get up then hit the free throw
Four point play feeling like the prime D rose
I hear niggas talking but they ain't gonna do a thing
I need my own system they way a nigga spitting game
When we talk up on the phone we using code names
I stay gassing my nickname should be propane
Ain't new to this give me a beat and watch me do to this
Going yay yay going dumb I'm going ludicrous
Foot on niggas necks y'all better stop with all the foolishness
Before you get checkmate like we was playing chess
He said he was a plug nigga knock it off he just a heavy cig smoker
With a case a whooping cough Niggas talking high power but they hella soft
Better copy Nemo little nigga get your ass lost
You know you really f*cked up when you see a smile
People thought I couldn't even change up the style
I had to show the whole world that I'm versatile
I came a long way from being a class clown
Accepted the challenge I ain't backing down
Putting on for my city cause I love my town
A young nigga graduated bitch cap and gown
A lot of niggas I used to hang with don't even come around
Niggas tried to steal credit to get on
Telling everybody that you wrote my damn song
Doing that shit made you look like a fan bruh
You the type to get another man jammed up
You the kind to get robbed and keep your hands up
For some pussy you'll probably set your mans up
You ain't on that's water in your damn cup
Making up lies cause you ain't got no friends huh