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big homiie g - back in that mode lyrics

[intro]
(ramone got that money)
yeah
hmm, let’s go, ramone (once again, i’m locked in with tp, we finna make a hit)
singin’ these songs
woah, yeah

[chorus]
this that get back in your mode, g (this that get back)
this that go across his head if he owe me (boom)
they done f+cked up, i done snapped back to the old me (old me)
got these rap n+ggas in my business, why they nosey? (why they? huh)
got these rap n+ggas in they feelings, i ran up a million (woah)
everything i drop be facts, n+gga, i don’t do no pretendin’ (no pretendin’)
i rеmember beforе he died what he told me
he said, “stack that paper up, keep n+ggas away from us” (woah)

[verse 1]
he said run that paper up ’til you get paper cuts (paper cuts)
even when you think you made it, you ain’t made enough (ain’t made nothin’)
tryna run into these n+ggas every time we see ’em (where they at?)
it’s gon’ be some shot fired (baow, baow) every time we see him (baow, baow)
nah, i ain’t promote no k!llin’, it is what it is (woah)
i’m in this ghost, you know i’m high, let the lord take the wheel (oh, lord)
i’m full of these percs, i don’t even not hurt, i’m tryna shake these pills (shake ’em)
the way they suckin’ d+ck for deals make me not want no deals (nah)
the way they crossin out they n+gga, i don’t even wanna hang (i don’t wanna hang)
the way they kissin’ ass for chains, i don’t even want no chain (n+gga, f+ck your chain)
yeah, i’m just gon’ tell it how it is (woah)
sh+t, you may not think that i’m real, f+ck it
[chorus]
this that get back in your mode, g (this that get back)
this that go across his head if he owe me (boom)
they done f+cked up, i done snapped back to the old me (old me)
got these rap n+ggas in my business, why they nosey? (why they? huh)
got these rap n+ggas in they feelings, i ran up a million (woah)
everything i drop be facts, n+gga, i don’t do no pretendin’ (no pretendin’)
i remember before he died what he told me
he said, “stack that paper up, keep n+ggas away from us” (woah)

[verse 2]
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas and i never did (i never did)
i’ve been like this since a jit, i put that on my kid (woah)
they came out the mud with me, can’t forget d and schmitt (d and schmitt)
i’m ridin’ with ’em right or wrong (wrong), give a f+ck what they did (woah)
give a f+ck what they do (n+gga, f+ck it)
you see the opp, you shoot (bah)
my new b+tch, she a vegan (vegan), all she eat is soup (woah)
she get wet like water (wet like water), her p+ssy taste like fruit (fruit)
these n+ggas hatin’ on me ’cause they be broke, i’d probably hate me too (g)
spent ten k on mud and drank, i’m tryna shake this juice (shake it)
i heard they hittin’ that sh+t with fent’, they tryna do me in (do me in)
but i can’t go like buddy (buddy), i see the opp, i’m uppin’ (baow)
shots fired, man down, i ain’t even bluff it, n+gga (hide my bluff)

[chorus]
this that get back in your mode, g (this that get back)
this that go across his head if he owe me (boom)
they done f+cked up, i done snapped back to the old me (old me)
got these rap n+ggas in my business, why they nosey? (why they? huh)
got these rap n+ggas in they feelings, i ran up a million (woah)
everything i drop be facts, n+gga, i don’t do no pretendin’ (no pretendin’)
i remember before he died what he told me
he said, “stack that paper up, keep n+ggas away from us” (woah)

- big homiie g lyrics

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