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innat mode - blue pesos lyrics

[intro]
(sv on the track)
(ayo, p8, roll that sh*t up)

[verse 1]
lay the block down, b*tch, i’m big worm
red rum all on his pro cloud t*shirt
any opp in my way gettin’ stepped on
you should probably get the f*ck out my face, that’s what’s best for you
ain’t sh*t funny, i know you n*ggas broke and uncomfortable
i heard they chalk zoned the block, but i don’t know who responsible
go and get yours, why do n*ggas stay pocket watchin’?
i’m a joint, you pretend to be somebody

[chorus]
in the booth in that mode
n*ggas sellin’ dime sacks and my verse worth a ‘bow
keep a broke ho forward, that’s disgusting, b*tch, gross
a deuce in a twenty, that’s the only way to cope

[verse 2]
sh*t, n*ggas broke and it shows
at my jeweler, i threw twenty on thе floor
a n*gga want my plate, we gon’ have to go to war
mе and susie go way back, that’s mi amor
n*ggas be cornb*lls, weirdos, and dorks
i’m a joint, sh*t been that, been that since i was born
of course they wanna be me, sh*t, i got it all
you don’t really want these problems, i’ll show you how to ball
n*gga, watch your mouth when you talkin’ to a boss
you wanna be a smart ass, i’ll put his brains on the wall
it’s time to pick up traffic, wait, i gotta take this call
we the ones, n*ggas tryna take the sauce
all these n*ggas look up to me, i’m practically a star
i got punch lines for days, we could go bar for bar
loaded firearm, they try to throw me in the can
last n*gga dissed the homie, we put ten on his head, ugh
[chorus]
in the booth in that mode
n*ggas sellin’ dime sacks and my verse worth a ‘bow
keep a broke ho forward, that’s disgusting, b*tch, gross
a deuce in a twenty, that’s the only way to cope
sh*t, for real
noddin’ off the drank, i’m in the booth in that mode
sh*t
a deuce in a twenty, that’s the only way to cope

[verse 3]
they don’t want me in that mode
poppin’ up at popups, sh*t, we pullin’ n*ggas’ cards
got the middle slug on me, f*ck around and get scorched
where y’all n*ggas’ money at? why y’all lookin’ so poor?
you gotta pick a side, make sure you pick the right one
he kept askin’ for it, so i fed his ass a dozen
extensions on the fin, she got nicknamed rapunzel
b*tch, we do it for the don, but we got it off the mussle, for real
half a drum’ll knock him and his friend, that’s a steal
i’m a narcassist, b*tches say i’m too hard to deal with
expensive shooters in the cut, they’ll hit him with the k!ll switch
i spilled an awful lot of money in the building, ugh

- blue pesos lyrics

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