Go Mode lyrics

[Intro: Ace Hood]
I told him right, right that sh*t, right
I got it, b*tch I got it
Six I got it

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Club jumpin' once again, hydraulics
I'm doin' numbers in the Benz, big body
You can catch me up in Liv poppin' bottles
Ain't trippin' over sh*t, I got it
My young n*ggas, they on go mode sh*t
I know the shooters, they on go mode sh*t
I told you n*ggas I'm in beast mode, sh*t
No bricks, we don't go slow

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
All gas on your dog ass, sh*t
f*ck who you know, you need a G pass
My little homies pull up quick fast
Extendos with the ski mask
Nah, y'all don't really want that
I can have them creep, they be in that all black
Where the weed at?
I'm on the Beam back
I got them diamonds on my collar playing freeze tag
I'm in the club lit
I'm from the 9 5th
My n*gga Fat Boy don't trust you, I'ma squeeze clip
Cause that's my gang, gang
We gotta maintain
Just know I'm king in my city like Lebron James
They call me Ace Hood
You know my face good
I'm about to pop 100 bottles for the whole hood
So cut that hatin' bruh
Hood nation in this b*tch, you can't f*ck with us, gang
[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Club jumpin' once again, hydraulics
I'm doin' numbers in the Benz, big body
You can catch me up in Liv poppin' bottles
Ain't trippin' over sh*t, I got it
My young n*ggas, they on go mode sh*t
I know the shooters, they on go mode sh*t
I told you n*ggas I'm in beast mode, sh*t
No bricks, we don't go slow

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Phone call so I split another swisher
Let down you n*ggas, when I'm always gon' deliver
County jail kill you for a roll of tissue
Rolling Stone, time to grace another issue
60 cars in my yard, I'm tryna touch 100
Have a seizure, gettin' brain, shawty shakin' somethin'
Breaking news, homicide, and that's just how it go
My n*gga died in my arms, that's back in '94
I'm tryna stay alive and ride like it's Makaveli
Last boy crossed mine, them n*ggas wasn't ready
I take this war sh*t deeply, this sh*t I enforce
They even fired 20 shots at my silver Rolls Royce
Next mornin' sh*t, I went and put the rims on it
Diss n*ggas and go get a few spins on it
Good dope, you can always put a tan on it
Wayne came home and I put a Benz on it
[Interlude: Rick Ross]
You wanna talk about doin' some real sh*t n*gga. What y'all n*ggas out here doin' n*gga. My n*gga just came home from n*gga doin' 17 n*gga, came home to that two door brand new n*gga. You can smell the motherf*ckin' leather n*gga

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Club jumpin' once again, hydraulics
I'm doin' numbers in the Benz, big body
You can catch me up in Liv poppin' bottles
Ain't trippin' over sh*t, I got it
My young n*ggas, they on go mode sh*t
I know the shooters, they on go mode sh*t
I told you n*ggas I'm in beast mode, sh*t
No bricks, we don't go slow