Beastmode (feat. Joey Badass & Fetty)

Lyrics

For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 Shawty pop that pussy for a real real nigga
 You be like I bet she won't, I bet she will-will nigga
 Been in mansions, know the curtains Tommy Hil-Hilfiger
 Damn my head so fuckin' big she call it Lil Bill nigga, shit
 I just did a song with Eminem, you chewing M&M's
 Heavy trap, they like him again, crazy riddlin'
 Shotgun, it's a ten again, I got ten of them
 Spice Girls, call off cinnamon, that's a synonym
 All my bitches got that fatty and they all know who they daddy
 My team winning check the tally, flyin' low, that's who the laddy
 You's a ratta-tatta-tally, workin' for the federales
 You want beef I call up Patty, that's my little automatic
 If you snitching over there you gon' get stitches over here
 Don't be blockin' like Ibaka, don't be blockin' like Odell
 Hell no we cannot kick it, ain't no soccer over here
 Let me put my heart in like a rocket over here, lil bitch
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 Bucktown boy with the bustdown
 Rollie on my wrist, flip a couple million bucks now
 Last year I spent a hundred racks on my wardrobe
 Gotta stay sharp, this my King Arthur sword flow
 Off with they legs, this that off with they head rap
 If you roll the dice with me, probably get your head cracked
 Keep the toaster on 'em so you never get your bread back
 On my Brooklyn bully manners, where I rest my head at
 Fuck these niggas talking 'bout I'm lacking them bars?
 A nigga got too high, started shooting the stars
 Coming for this rap game, practicing my aim
 Who got a issue with this view, I could blow your brains, blah
 Uh, I'm tryna eat right now
 Standout nigga but need a seat right now
 Say I can't bear to find no peace right now
 My nigga PHresher, this time unleash the beast right now
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 I got, for that bread I go ape shit
 Yeah, banana clip, yellow tape shit
 Headed to that bread, I be racing
 And I still pour zay with them Hatians
 Beasting, fresh up out the precinct
 Balling with no defense, that's when it keep increasing
 Food on the table and my dogs keep on eating
 Swag to the max nigga, fuck looking decent
 Yeah, I said bitch I need everything
 I need cash, cars, clothes, and a wedding ring
 But I ain't tryna get married to no bitch though
 I'm tryna drive fancy cars and get rich ho
 PHresher, holler if you need a shooter
 (I'm a shooter)
 In these streets you gotta know how to maneuver
 I'm cashing out, call it Judas
 Oh he the plug?
 That boy foolish (that boy a fool), gang
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:53
Key
1
Tempo
88 BPM

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