Beast Mode lyrics

[Intro]
Hey man, hah
I'm in beast mode, you feel me?
Feel like Marshawn Lynch in this motherf*cker, you heard me?
Ayy shut up lil ho
They ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t anyway
Always laughing at sh*t that ain't really just be funny
You know get you some money
Man matter fact break the cigar down, make yourself useful ho
Hah

[Verse]
I'm in beast mode
I'm a dog, put me on the leash mode
Hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm in feast mode
GTA, left down right up, ayy I got cheat codes
Plug with the chicos, they call me amigo
n*gga tried to rob me, he must thought this sh*t was water
Heard his daddy dead, time to send him to his father (that's on my mama)
Married to the money, told her meet me at the altar
Throw a bullet at you and you caught it, Miles Austin
Stone Cold Steve Austin, flexing like a wrestler
Spongebob, tartar sauce, flip it with the spatula
f*cked your b*tch and pulled her tracks, she got mixed and mastered
Get my granny headed to the Bay, now that's a Packer
Thumbin' through the twenties backwards just because it's faster
Call you n*ggas Adam Sandler 'cause they is some actors
b*tch I'm respected, no pastor
You smell the kush every time I walk past you
Your b*tch she watch me like I was a plasma
Polo tee, rock [?] Castro, ayy
Don't give a f*ck what a hater say
By any means, b*tch we gon' make a way
Thirty-six bows on the interstate
Andalé, andalé, andalé
You say that you got it, ain't nothin' else to say
I call up my takers now they on the way
They won't hesitate to take a n*gga's face
Chopper up on him, make a n*gga race
[Outro]
Woo, beast mode, beast mode, beast mode
Like I said man, I feel like Marshawn Lynch in this motherf*cker man
I'm tryna get thirty of them touchdowns and get up in the backfield, you feel me?
Beast mode, beast mode, beast mode