Back In Mode - MONI DA G

Strech Gang Get back mode, bitch (ProtegeBeatz) Let's get it What? Huh? DJ Banj I hit the Glock up, niggas too litty Bitch, I hit the guap up Niggas wrote statements Niggas was tellin' on me, I hit the lockup Niggas gettin' popped up Ever try to harass us Gucci everything from the sock up Wet the whole block up Came through drippin' on 'em, somebody mop up Glock 29 to your boxcut, pop me a bean Bitch, I hit the chop up Smoke out the P's, bag full of cheese I'm sippin' purp with that Wockhardt Foenem be thirsty to drop somethin' Came down the strip and light the whole block up Came through swervin' In a two seater lookin' like Vivica A. Fox Von too fly, won't box nothin' Bitch, you high, go top somethin' Rollin' off the pills Got a nigga wanna pop somethin' I'm too hot, they like "King Von, drop somethin'" What you want? a song? or a opp? Or somethin'? Caught his ass lackin', couldn't make the summer He be workin' packs, he ain't makin' nothin' Nigga too ugly, he ain't fuckin' He be takin' somethin' I got hot shells, not burritos (bitch) I load 'em and shoot 'em like free throw I crash the car dozing off on this Zeko Rap shit easy like I got the cheat code I got a Mexican freak ho Her brother the plug, chico Out like the Jacksons, Tito And, nigga, you want smoke let me know See, I'm on the come up, still I run up Light this shit up like the sun up 50 round drummer, pipe like a plumber But it really came from Osama Get a lotta munna, VVS charmer I ain't fuckin' shit, no condom I'm loaded, I'm armed up, reload it and harm some Motor got hit from the arm up Brown Gucci socks, Gucci palm bruh Black Gucci boots when I'm in the Tonka Hop out this summer, money like Vonma Jewelry all water like thunder Drank in my lungs, smokin' on onion Backwood fat like a punker Get Back Mode, I'm droppin' this summer Streets in the head like Dunmore I tote a Glock not a Ruger All my niggas smoke Tooka And I my strokes eatin' steaks with the shooter 100K on a chain, yeah, me and Booka Betta not tweak, I'm stupid Use your head don't lose it 12 years old when I stole me a Buick I was too young I ain't know how to use it, damn "Ayy, King Von, just drop somethin'" Call DQ, go pop somethin' Opps outside make a nigga wanna mop somethin' You killed what? Ayy pussy nigga stop frontin' See, I'm up in here with the stretchers We stackin' up bodies like Tetris Get the fuck up off my phone talkin' reckless He got hit in his shit Bet he got the message Yeah, bitch Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah (OG) fuck goin' on, nigga King Von, Boss Tee know what the Fuck goin' on nigga (the fuck goin' on) Yeah, yeah Strech Gang shit, nigga What? what? what? (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow) (Let's get it) Yeah (Let's get it) Yeah (Let's get it) Yeah (Let's get it) Game over, you bitch ass niggas Yeah, Stretch Gang, bitch

She's dressed in black again And I'm falling down again Down to the floor again I'm begging for more again But oh, what can you do When she's dressed in black My mind wanders endlessly On paths where she's leading me With games that she likes to play And words that she doesn't say Not when we're alone And she's dressed in black As a picture of herself She's a picture of the world A reflection of you, a reflection of me And it's all there to see If you only give in, to the fire within Ooh, dressed in black again Ooh, dressed in black again Ooh, dressed in black again Ooh, dressed in black again Shadows fall onto me And she stands there over me And waits to encompass me I lay here helplessly But oh, what can you do When she's dressed in black Ooh, dressed in black again Ooh, dressed in black again Ooh, dressed in black again Ooh, dressed in black again Ooh, dressed in black again Ooh, dressed in black again Ooh, dressed in black again Ooh, dressed in black again