A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Beast Mode (feat. PnB Rock & NBA Youngboy)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & PnB Rock]
Beast mode (yeah) go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code
Huh, I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I don’t gotta do it
NBA gon’ follow up, but nigga Rock’ll do it
Yeah, but fuck it I’ma do it
I got a 40 with a drum and I know how to use it
It go, with the beat, I told ’em, "It’s the music"
See the pinky ring when I throw up the W
I gotta keep a pistol in my Bentley coupe, yeah
Don’t get too comfortable, yeah
My Patek too flooded up, yeah
Got a Rollie but I fucked it up, yeah
We don’t know about a 1 on 1
We don’t fuck with them if they don’t fuck with us, yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & PnB Rock]
Beast mode (yeah) go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code
Huh, I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Huh, man I swear I be so faded
I almost forgot that I was famous
Last night I almost popped a nigga
He got too close, he had a hoodie on, he wanted a picture
He ain’t even think that I was about to smoke him like a fucking swisher
I can’t afford it, I got a daughter, you won’t catch me slippin’
Yeah, I should be gettin’ realer, I be gettin’ richer
But I just spent up on my neck could pay a bitch tuition
All my diamonds, they be dancin’ like they New Edition
I mix the Louis and Supreme, that’s limited edition
Fuck ya bitch and now ya bitch, she missin’
Yeah, mothafucka I’m in…

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & PnB Rock]
Beast mode (yeah) go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code
Huh, I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Fuck her with my jeans on, fuck her with my chains on
She like how I be kicking she might think that I’m from Hong Kong
Everybody turn yo’ power off if yo’ phone’s on
Hoe you gon’ get slapped up in yo’ shit using the wrong tone
PnB got us all Milly Rocking with his song on
A Boogie just walked up in the party with his hoodie on
You know me, rollin’ off a pill, strapped up with that chrome
Hoe, don’t walk up smilin’ in my face if I can’t take you home
Baby girl I’m leaning right now on a 4
You know I’m going hard when it’s time for beast mode
I’m turnt up, I’m out my body, I’m in crunch mode
40 Glock up in my pocket you don’t wanna know

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & PnB Rock]
Beast mode (yeah) go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code
Huh, I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah

Dave East – Have You Ever (Paranoia Album)

[Verse 1]
I never follow orders put that on my daughter (Kairi)
Back and forth to Florida hide the coke in goya
Pistol on my dresser bitch I’m from the border
Reef Buck my brother, Big Bay my brother
Really know I got ‘em, Druggy know I really love ’em
All this forever love, mix around the headshot
This Crip I was never Blood, I’m just speaking facts
Papi told me work knowing that I’ma bring it back
Codeine gives me cold sweats
I had to tell my pops that he ain’t old yet
Percocets get in me, I got no stress
Dancing with the devil bitch I’m Milly Rocking
Freaky down in Philly its crazy now I got Philly rocking
My youngin’ trapping in Brooklyn, that nigga stealing Thompkins
Ponzi scheming like them Wall Street crackers that got it
Immaculate profits that mean that paper God bless
I talked to Scrappy just knowing he walk the yard stressed
Them park sets had my back bigger
Know that you a target, you a black nigga
Used to homicide so we react quicker
We ain’t have a dollar on us but we had liquor
Drunk in the projects that was me, go ask niggas

[Chorus]
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti
Stash tucked from my daughter in case them people found me
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
You got the key to the city? Well shit I need a copy
Rap slow, half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi

[Verse 2]
I hid my pistol in my sock drawer
Everybody hard, we had the hard and you could cop soft
For some reason I don’t feel nothing when they knock a cop off
You ain’t the only one getting money I got these drop offs
Just thinking back to when i hardly was out
And Baltimore you got it cheap so we target the South
Had dime bags on me walking past LaGuardia Houses
They killed my cousin fuck we talking about? Forever beef
Ain’t no truce here
My aunt used to tell me why she ain’t move there
Every year the same in the projects like what is New Years?
[?] came home, same nigga they gave him two years
Crazy or forever, always keep a pair of blue Air’s
That first night in prison is the worst
Made it worse was coming home and seeing my niggas on the a shirt
Had to get it out the mud, I got respect for the dirt
Thinking how newer fiends would get their checks on the 1st
Sixty thousand in diamonds they like, "His neck gotta hurt"
Know my paps did dirt for that in life I’m probably cursed
Me and my daughter mother realized it never worked
I got sick of the same jeans, I just wanted a better shirt
Wanted some better shoes, can’t tell me I never worked

[Chorus]
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti
Stash tucked from my daughter in case them people found me
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
You got the key to the city? Well shit I need a copy
Rap slow, half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi