Mode Lunchbox (Ft. Yeat)

[Intro: Lunchbox]
(dulio, 力を貸して)
I'm finna get in that mode

[Chorus: Lunchbox]
I'm finna get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (I'm finna get in that mode)
Bitch, watch me get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (Get on and get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode (I'm finna get in that mode)
Bitch, watch me get in that mode (Get in that mode)
I'm finna get in that mode

[Verse 1: Lunchbox]
Need the racks, tell 'em, "Send that shit up"
We don't care what you did (Did, okay)
We don't care what you did, that shit over
With your bitch, she gon' bend that shit over
I done really put bands in the sofa
All these trucks, not no Benz, it the Rover
I can't be 'round these niggas much longer
Don't need to know what I cop, what I need
If a nigga want problem with us
Brodie's throwing up shots like Drew Brees
Nigga, we getting money, compleshe
I got racks in this Rick Owens Fleece
I'm in love with the drum like I'm Chief
I just scored sippin' Wock' for the free
I'm getting tired of weed
Smoke with no love is exotic, can't fuck with my lunch
I know they tired of me
All of these knots and blue guap, and they ain't getting none
Don't think about trying me
Be cool where you walk, hit that block, bro, he ain't got a gun
Got some Wock' and that's fine with me
I am so high, you not fond of me