Cognito, Brisco, Rick Ross - Jack Mode

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Jack mode, that’s how we react to things
It’s a poll boy thing, bitch, you wouldn’t understand
Jack mode, that’s how we react to things
It’s a poll boy thing, bitcch, you wouldn’t understand
I roll my dice, and collect the profit
We all got cars, but I’m the first to Gucci top it
Swing through on the low, scoop a hot bitch
She don’t suck dick, but trust me nigga, I got this
Gotta school it to the mob life
Me and Cog life
The H2 with the fog lights
I gotta show her how to twist that green
That’s 20 karots right there, baby
This that green
Get your homie, ride your rhyms
Your baby mama seeing us, like she riding with them
They got Proddas on, better hide your Tims
6 months ago, we had pies for Tim
Fuck Chevy niggas, Imma glide in the Benz
Sit in my car in the yard, inside is slim
We catch you snitchin, bitchin, tryna bate mine
Hating cause my rhyms up to your waistline
Boss!
Jack mode, that’s how we react to things
It’s a poll boy thing, bitch, you wouldn’t understand
Jack mode, that’s how we react to things
It’s a poll boy thing, bitcch, you wouldn’t understand
Willy!
Guns up, niggas showin their feels
Pop back in your face, niggas saying they prayers
Go to your mama, she crying them tears
Cause I’m in the club high as fuck, standin on chairs
Golf cap, white T, 36 inch ryms
Slap a bitch nigga if he steppin to me
Please, I might kill me a nigga
High and not thinking, so Imma shoot me the trigger
Guttermental, race to put a bling in my dental
It’s fine with me, put a dent in the rental
You’s a hoe, find a hole in your temple
Stop saving these hoes, fuck them if they don’t swallo
I be getting more head than the legend of Sleepy Hollo
This don’t stop, like the mountains in Collarato
Me and Cog together, that’s like Manny Fresh and Wayne
Poll boy till I’m out of here
Still St. Lewis, it’s getting hot in here
But no Nelly, It’s just Brisco, Krippin
I’m in a class, ain’t shit you can tell me
Adalesent with feds couldn’t tell me
While I skipped town, I put it down with pounds
Barol to a fuck boy, before clowning around
Wanna feel me, but listen, give me 50 feet, I’m too deep
Pop it long, cause I keep the block
Hoes come flock to every spot
Paranoid, pop it, make a Glock storm
Can’t stop, won’t stop till the locks on
Catch me rolling on a fish or gater
to fuck later
damb, that for later
Police hoes, and them haters
Jack mode, that’s how we react to things
It’s a poll boy thing, bitch, you wouldn’t understand
Jack mode, that’s how we react to things
It’s a poll boy thing, bitcch, you wouldn’t understand
Here I go again, and I brought a theam for you hustlers
Bout to stop the game, like a chearch usher
When you see me, you like «this nigga competition»
When I see you, I’m like «this nigga, he be trippin»
Only do strays
Push trucks
Leave you dead in your face
I talk gang, but I walk it too
Think a nigga playin, Kanzis City in this bitch too
Put your game on, and I ain’t talking Madin 3000
I’m talkin bout a bank account with Os longer than your clothes
Real niggas put holes in your Sean Joes
Shoot first, leave the questions for them blue folks
Jack mode, that’s how we react to things
It’s a poll boy thing, bitch, you wouldn’t understand
Jack mode, that’s how we react to things
It’s a poll boy thing, bitcch, you wouldn’t understand