A Different Mode DB.Boutabag

[Intro]
I been in a different bag, fuckin' different hoes
Way too many different tour dates, hittin' different roads
I like to, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
We still cookin' up
I like to fuck on bad, bad, bad
Man, these niggas know what the fuck goin' on, the real Boutabag, nigga, I'm takin' over

[Verse 1]
The Boutabag nigga really in his bag now, I can't back down
Bitch, I'm tryna wrestle with these bands like it's Smackdown
I still feel like pops always treat me like a cash cow
Pull them racks out, bitch, didn't I say I'm in my bag now?
You gon' need some ice over this ice, don't get maxed out
You want to, we could pull them caps out, pull them stacks out

[Chorus]
I'm in a different mode
I been in a different bag, fuckin' different hoes
Way too many different tour dates, hittin' different roads
I buy expensive clothes
I like to fuck on bad bitches that gon' turn me on

[Verse 2]
I'm just finna roll another klock, motherfuck a bong
Baby on me, she gon' give me face, then she leave me 'lone
Bitch, I'm the bag man, do my bag dance
If it's mid, throw that whole eighth in the trash can
I ain't smokin' cigs, bitch, it's only klocks in my lungs then
If you ain't never trappin', why you actin' like the plug then?
If you need it, I could get you what you want, bitch, I'm plugged in
Baby, you can give me what I need and I'm worth it
On a bitch, yeah, I might bleed, but don't treat me different
If it wasn't for that bag, I wouldn't see these bitches