BlocBoy JB - Beast Mode lyrics

[Intro] Hey man, hah I’m in beast mode, you feel me? Feel like Marshawn Lynch in this motherf**er, you heard me? Ayy shut up lil ho They ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh** anyway Always laughing at sh** 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 [Verse] 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 n***a tried to rob me, he must thought this sh** 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 f**ed your b**h 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 n***as Adam Sandler ’cause they is some actors b**h I’m respected, no pastor You smell the kush every time I walk past you Your b**h she watch me like I was a plasma Polo tee, rock [?] Castro, ayy Don’t give a f** what a hater say By any means, b**h 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 n***a’s face Chopper up on him, make a n***a race [Outro] Woo, beast mode, beast mode, beast mode Like I said man, I feel like Marshawn Lynch in this motherf**er man I’m tryna get thirty of them touchdowns and get up in the backfield, you feel me? Beast mode, beast mode, beast mode