Lyrics Back In That Mode - Big Yavo

(Lamarcus J all on the beats now)
(Fuck your producer, my beats is by Meexhie)
Uh, I'm on that- (why?)
Ay, this some player shit (what?)
This that-

Name ain't Khalil but I'll Mack a bitch
Everything I do, it be extravagant (extravagant)
When that rap slowdown, ain't trippin'
I just order some more packages (oh)

Back in that trap again (come on, sick 'em)
Make 'em disappear, I'm talking 'bout magically (they gone)
And my diamonds fruit loop, different color (bling, baow, baow)
Laffy Taffy shit

Where the shells went?
I can not pull over, they might smell it (might smell it)
And I'm ridin' with my lil' partner, that nigga hollerin' (hey, hey)
How the hell he got a bump stock and two switches? (Man)
What you gon' do with it? (The fuck?)
12 hit the lights (damn), I hit the gas (skrrt), then I went missing (vroom)

I'm gon' keep getting it
Y'all on that, they keep printing it (boom)
Nigga want me to lose so damn bad, but I just keep winnin'
Chasing dreams like I'm Meek Milly (chase somethin')
Please don't think you a menace (chase somethin')
Hop out, chase Denice (chase somethin')
Christian Dior stitching 'cause I stay sinning (stay sinning)

Lil' bruh 'bout dizzy 'cause he stay spinnin' (slow down)
And I need to chill because I stay spendin' (stop spendin')
If I ain't have bills, I'll have eight-fifty (the fuck?)
Prolly have one mill' (hold on)
These hoes, niggas love and I been laid up with 'em (been)
And she ate me up, you went on a date with her (with her)

Just like Webby, I'm her main man (I'm Webby)
I can't wait to cash out on a house, come with a maid in it (racks)
Like, fuck a pool, that bitch so big, I need a lake in it (big)
This big-ass 'Wood inside the club, like I burned a sage in it (in it)
Gallery department fill up my closet, you'll think I'm photogenic (photos)

Hold on, designer Lenin, no footballs
Hop out, diamonds hittin', no cap
I don't think a pilot inside a plane could get fly as this, no yap (no)
I don't think a astronaut inside a rocket could get as high as me (he can't)
Ay, you know where I'm from, gotta keep a K
'Cause that's just how it be (that's just how it goes)

When I'm on stage, I close my eyes
'Cause I seen robberies (I seen a lot of them hoes)
I ain't gon' lie, I'm 'bout that green, more than damn Luigi (oh, no yap)
I ain't gon' lie, I get off the floor more than a damn squidgy (okay)
Shit on the floor right now, might pick it up
And just go in Neiman's (oh, okay)

Banana clips, lemon squeezin' (what else?)
Leave Wells, go in Regions (huh?)
Green Bay, I'm thinkin' cheese (huh?)
G-Locks, AR-15's (damn)

Arron Rodgers and Pat Mahomes (they're geekin')
Who the fuck say trappin' wrong? (Who the fuck?)
I be strapped at all my shows (I'm strapped)
Nigga reach, I'll snatch yo' soul (I'ma snatch it)

Stay on the scene, it won't feel wrong (no)
Why these demons won't leave me alone? (They won't stop)
I can't lie, man, I'm fighting these demons (I'm fighting 'em)
And I'll still go hop in a Demon

Still, I'll serve me a Jay like Steven (serve something)
And you need to play Yay on your speakers (you need to)
'Cause I ain't never gon' mislead you (I promise)
Watch your back, 'cause niggas be greedy (leaches)

Steal your plate right after you feed 'em (hold up)
I'm switching' up the demeanor (switchin')
Ay, I'm switchin' up the procedures (switchin')
Been told 'em I'm dope, on point like a needle (point)

Big chop, she sing like Anitta (sing)
Get that pape', stuff it in my tooloos (stuff it)
Reel in tools and nets (huh?)
Two lines and a X, somethin' 'bout that check (beep)

I need respect, nigga
Oh, he don't know who I am? He get finessed quicker (finessed)
Nigga be on my page stealin' drip, I really dress niggas (I dress 'em)
Nino, that's my cousin, he gon' shoot, so that's my step-brother (step)
We walk through the club and kick shit
Better have your best blowin' (best, throwin' racks)

Might leave a money puddle (puddle)
You say "Yay", I run it up (run it)
Pull up wide body growlin' (hmm)
That bitch sound just like a Tonka truck (you ain't gang, then)

You ain't come with us
Call the plug and tell 'em, "I need some more fucking stuff" (weed)
Took yo' bitch back to the crib and tell her
"Baby, go get comfortable" (take her back)

Back in high school, I stuffed weed inside my mama furniture (oh)
Kick it off, I run it back, heard you a fumbler (I heard you a fumbler)
Put this gun down and punish him (catch him)
Catch him without his blick, I bet that lil' boy crumble up (ha)
Run you down, boy, yo' ass better not stumble up
Get out, get him

Keep that