ybs skola & otr chaz – sport mode lyrics
[intro: ybs skola]
(been trill, been doin’ it, been at it)
(i’m ’bout to spazz on ’em)
dumb n+gga, huh
[verse 1: ybs skola]
whole lotta shinners, we flooded with diamonds (shinners)
we ain’t never waitin’ in no line (no)
i’m always dirty, my clip hold a thirty (woo)
so i move smooth on the state line (back up)
i quarterback all the plays like i’m purdy (go)
’bout to go down like deebo, huh (go)
i told ’em park at the citgo (go)
don’t leave ’em waitin’ all day, bro (please)
[verse 2: otr chaz]
pack the jansport, i’m goin’ north, know i got weight on me
police at the door, but i hit the back and jump the gate on ’em
i was doin’ my thing, runnin’ it up, you was hatin’ on me
man, it’s this one guy, i can’t lie, i can’t wait to blow him
bronem up in the kitchen whippin’ and whiskin’, he pulled a biscuit out it
gotta be light with switches, you tap the trigger, b+tch slide a fifty out it
’round here, we throw l’s like we sell, we got plenty product
b+tch, you better not tell, you better yell if you see the knockers
[verse 3: ybs skola]
i ran it up on loud and i ain’t doin’ no losin’, but i’m throwin’ up l’s
i really signed myself, i don’t care ’bout no deal, i put on the vill’
i got him hangin’ with the lawyer, a n+gga done told on my man, so he need an appeal
towers be pingin’ them phones, it’s best you don’t have one on you if you goin’ on a drill (boy)
[verse 4: otr chaz]
like dirty soda, still be pourin’ seals and cop pills
i don’t need a n+gga to come and tell me i ain’t real
i don’t need a n+gga to blow for me, ’cause i will
and these black tings are really dyin’ for real, ’cause i’m him
[verse 5: ybs skola]
if i ain’t in the trap, i don’t really like to mix (i don’t)
you ain’t never even seen no bricks (i bet)
you ain’t never even served no j’s
it was early in the morning, pop needed his fix (lil’ n+gga)
it ain’t even take frebo longer to get
when he came home, straight got rich (they showed him)
it was like ’08 when i first flipped somethin’
i ain’t lyin’, i was young as a b+tch (on god)
[verse 6: otr chaz]
i got way too high, bippin’ the honda, hit the corner, i scr+ped the rim
trap n+gga, i’m fly as a b+tch, f+ck boy, you still in b+tter timbs
let’s drop ’em in a pot, i wanna see if you know how to swim
these n+ggas broke as sh+t, act like they don’t know how to win
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