700 Mode Lyrics – Lil Mello & 700 Cal
Singer: Lil Mello & 700 Cal
Title: 700 Mode
Tsh
Dumbass n#gg#
Gang sh#t
700 sh#t n#gg#
Tsh
Okay
The opps slid down and ain’t do sh#t but shot a block sign
These 223s gon have u blow walkin I ain’t 9lokkNine
We can knock all of yo n#gg#s off you ain’t gon touch mine
f#ck that n#gg# pops his dead #ss he ain’t gon stop dyin
We can bring the drac to the 8th but its Glock time
Had the drum (?) pole (?) the opps slide
Fresh on the fully, he gon leave a lot of shots flyin
The whole 100, they on go, bet a hunnid you can’t stop mine
Meet with tha apes, im guaranteed u won’t touch slime
I be out in Cali with 23, think im Bron Bron
I swear I love my cheese and my stick like Lil RonRon
Im on the (?) side with that heat, like im hot slime
Lil n#gg# turn to Forrest Gump whеn them shots flyin
My brother caught a opp and shoot the whip now thats a hot 5
I can go mysеlf or n#gg# I can make your b#tch drive
Heard n#gg#s say I dont know blood, I know Big 5
Affiliated with the dogshit, we got (?)
Brodie get to foolin, line em up, this sh#t lunchtime
You ain’t gotta ask when sh#t pop off, ima bust mine
Why u in yo feelings bout that hoe, u know she f#cked slime
Ima always have her eat my dick you can’t touch mine
Ima always pop one of you n#gg#s when its crunchtime
When you locked in that cell, just be patient u can’t rush time
Z done fell in love with the 40 he screamin f#ck nah
Me and D chillin with 2 hoes smokin on garry page
Im startin to think that im the realest n#gg# of my generation
All this money keep on pilin up its like we suffocatin
Me and Glock forever locked in, ain’t no separatin
Lil b#tch ain’t bout her money so I had to cut the conversation
Always keep the Glock ain’t fought no n#gg#s since i left (?)
Light skinned, skinny petite, and she got the braces
1800 lil b#tch want some clout im finna make her famous
We gon hit they block and split em up like this sh#t segregation
If i tell my lil n#gg# blow he shoot no hesitation
Id never choke yo #ss to death so ima demostrate it
n#gg# u ain’t never seen sh#t yo dog constipated
The opps be havin wide open shots, and still won’t take it
Never supossed to been dropped son they still procrastinatin
We never played with 22s these bullets they be penetratin
Cut down on my highs stack my pape now im back concentratin
I be all in yo b#tch walls, like installation
In Miami for a week she (?) right back to the bas#ment
See us with some cheese these n#gg#s hate it
Fly a lil (?) we in vegas
Yo b#tch wanna take a trip with me she say she hate it here
You say you gon what? drop who? n#gg# make it clear
I know I can pass the stick to Cal, (?)
After we put dick on these lil hoes, b#tch we outta here
b#tch we outta here
Put the – hoes b#tch we outta here
Wanted beef, better make it clear
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