FIRE MODE lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
He got hit with that Drac' and it folded him
He broke, and he ain't got no crib any older than him
We gon' trap, and go and buy chains, them my trophies
He don't ever pass the ball to his bros, he like Kobe

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
He ain't never wanna pay his tab knowin' that he owe me
Sayin' "Kasher fell off", n*gga, you gon' have to show me
I just dropped a new chain, think it's time for a Rollie
The last time you touched a dub was from unemployment


[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
My Arabic plug ball on n*ggas like Ginóbili
My old head, he just caught a body in a stoley
A n*gga caught a body with his friends and went to jail and told them
I ain't jump in these streets, was born in it, I was chosen

[Verse 4: Kasher Quon]
It's f*cked up, one day, woke up and I was frozen
Every 'fit a few racks, spent a hundred on clothing
A hundred thousand on designer clothes
My b*tch gotta have a BBL, I like designer hoes
[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
Where the bad b*tches at? I like finer hoes
I'm finna drop a lot of mixtapes, I'm in fire mode
High as hell, I'm on my fifth 'Wood, where my lighter go?
b*tch got a fat pus*y on her like a gyro
n*gga put insurance on his life, he got Geico
They hit him in his head, now it's red like shy show
My n*ggas finna slide through your hood like a slideshow
I shot a n*gga in a weird spot and he died slow

[Verse 6: Kasher Quon]
Told my driver “I ain't payin' you sh*t, you drive slow”
Two hundred in the bank, what my card decline for?
I ain't scammin', this legal money
One thing about Kasher Quon, I'ma keep some money
Told my b*tch "Pass the Backwood, you chiefin', honey"
I ain't gotta kill no n*gga, I got people for me
Only poured up a half a line, your cup is not muddy
Just because you paid me for a feature, we is not buddies

[Verse 7: YSR Gramz & Kasher Quon]
You still livin' with your dukes, you can't have company
b*tch pulled up on her period, her cat bloody
You better stop trickin' with them b*tches and stack money
Soon as n*ggas get a couple dollars, they act funny
I don't think that lean real, that Ac’ funny
I ain't pull up in Air Force 1s, Balenci' tracks, Brodie
Every time I come outside, I got strap on me
Gun, money, weed, that's why I got this backpack on me