Beast Mode

[Verse: Young Thug]

Beast mode for (?)

Lifestyle, lipo

Run up on a Young Thugga playing

And I'mma burn your head like Michael

Kimbo, slice those arms off of his body

Yesterday I was broke, today I got M's, no Illuminati

Los Angeles lifestyle, I left a dude for the fishers

**** *****, you a rat, you got whiskers

You full of it, I'm an emperor

Leave 'em in the attic, no temper

Rap around his chest like suspenders

Then open up like it's Christmas

Live life, a number 7

I'm not Mike Vick, but I'm a G

Like 1000, speaking 1000

I spend 1000, on my trousers

Smoking white boys, eight milers

In the mountains is where they found us

I pray the critics stay behind us

And we ain't gay anyway

Only ladies can climb us

I pull through your set, you hear cops, you hear bust

You hear sticks, you hear tecs

We shoot heads, we shoot necks

M16, they come through the vest

And they come for your soul and they come for your flesh

They turn white [?] and it's a mess

We tryna hit you, a knife on your leg

We come in the noon, we come in the morning

We try leave you sick like you just caught pneumonia

I redo your hair, but no I'm not Sonya

I dive in your *****, I might have a cowbunga

I wet up your block like my mama's tsumani

No sperm, but I'm selling everything coming

Booker T Washington, it's history

Your nickname Scooby Doo, cause you's a mystery

Let my ***** wrapper wrap em like a cypher

Webster, we come in your home

And you better come out and stop us (Thugga)