Beast Mode - BlocBoy JB

Hey man, hah

I’m in beast mode, you feel me?

Feel like Marshawn Lynch in this motherfucker, you heard me?

Ayy shut up lil ho

They ain’t talkin' 'bout shit anyway

Always laughing at shit 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

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

Nigga tried to rob me, he must thought this shit 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

Fucked your bitch 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 niggas Adam Sandler 'cause they is some actors

Bitch I’m respected, no pastor

You smell the kush every time I walk past you

Your bitch she watch me like I was a plasma

Polo tee, rock Castro, ayy

Don’t give a fuck what a hater say

By any means, bitch 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 nigga’s face

Chopper up on him, make a nigga race

Woo, beast mode, beast mode, beast mode

Like I said man, I feel like Marshawn Lynch in this motherfucker man

I’m tryna get thirty of them touchdowns and get up in the backfield,

you feel me?

Beast mode, beast mode, beast mode