dd caine - modalert lyrics
[intro tags]
my n-gga deltah in them pots!
i’m davinci hoe!
[chorus]
don’t think you can ever take a xan on me, i’m cocaine in the pot
half you motherf-ckers fans of me, whether you know or not
ain’t no stopping what i plan to be, already on lock
why these n-ggas wan’ be friends with me? they leach off what i got
your best friend, i bet they stanning me, but brush me like opp
n-ggas still tryna put fans on me, but they ain’t got no glocks
n-gga, wake up! sleep on energy like me, b-tch, i think not
n-gga, wake up! sleep on energy like this?, b-tch i think not
[verse]
alone at the bottom i’m plottin
i’m scratching my noggin i’m clogged how i’m making profit
overlooked, not making progress at all from my projects and still n-ggas ask when i’m dropping sh-t?
pitching a fever again, not at all, stating falseness
just properly calling my dominance, there ain’t a d-mn soul, that you gave clout to that can outrap, out last or even want a problem with
me, i buss boy, no diner, see numbers, and they all blind ya
known to get cheesy with craft, time to time
when i drop sh-t, they still can’t top, like a blac chyna
please rewind me, i need reminding why you reach for heat then wanna cease the fire
stan cloned yaks, youngboys, and fake trappers
god knows that i plan on sn-tching t–th with pliers
n-ggas screwed me over, so i popped like cork slips
still want beef, but ain’t gon leave the porches
i ain’t worried bout the f-ck thang, a real dog
they p-ssy, they anthropomorphic
i reach and pour bleach on your spot
a sinister, thug, with emo approach that don’t stop
and if ever i flop, i’ma pop at fake rockers
don’t tweak with v, i’ll put two zs at your top
b-tch i done everything, alternate, ignorance, rock, then lyricals, mumbling, still i ain’t pop?
i might pull the strap on some domo sh-t, blow this b-tch, blending the n-ggas that’s st-tched to my spot
i’m too hype not to damage sh-t, short stack, calamitous, heart attack like slipping crack in your cannabis, i’m not a fan of this jacking, non slacking, just practice so my profits arch like my planner did
[chorus]
don’t think you can ever take a xan on me, i’m cocaine in the pot
half you motherf-ckers fans of me, whether you know or not
ain’t no stopping what i plan to be, already on lock
why these n-ggas wan’ be friends with me? they leach off what i got
your best friend, i bet they stanning me, but brush me like opp
n-ggas still tryna put fans on me, but they ain’t got no glocks
n-gga, wake up! sleep on energy like me, b-tch, i think not
n-gga, wake up! sleep on energy like this?, b-tch i think not
[outro: lp rambo]
this a random–ss interlude i just sent to your phone
on folks bro, these n-ggas need t-when i be seeing n-ggas be trying dorien, bro, that sh-t be so like annoying because, bro like, -laughs-, the f-ck wrong with n-ggas, folk? but, aye man, like, that’s why you gotta do sh-t like this to n-ggas, you gotta just dumb down to their category and just f-ck ’em up on that sh-t, boy
that’s what you should do, on folks, i know that sh-t. ah sh-t, d-mn, on dave, i’m ready for that sh-t. i’m f-cking ready for that sh-t
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