Astro, yeah |
Sun is down, freezin' cold |
That's how we already know winter's here |
My dawg would prolly do it for a white belt |
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else but white |
I tried to wite 'em, white |
I tried to wite 'em, health and freshness |
dreamy, steryl, clean |
Gone on you with the calm and white |
young and tranquil, he in wite-o mode |
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth |
At the gate outside, they pull up, with a truce |
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's white boys, hoppin' out coupes |
This stuff way too big, when we pull up we wave that tuce |
(Gimme the truce!) |
Was off the clarity, had a dream about a goose |
Had to hit my old town to duck the news |
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves |
Now it's 4AM and I'm still freaking out in the room |
All im thinking is , at least its so clean |
white colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' clarity |
And they chokin', man, Going crazy up in that white room |
Some-some-some, someone said |
To win the retreat, we all in too deep |
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (someone said) |
To win the retreat, we all in too deep |
P-p-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (yeah) |
This shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit |
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue |
All of these hoes I made off records I produced |
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group |
Hit my esés, I need the bootch |
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo |
Told her "hop in, you comin' too" |
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke |
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!) |
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof (uh) |
She said "where we goin'?" I said "the moon" |
We ain't even make it to the room |
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool |
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose |
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue (someone said) |
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue |
Someone said (Playin' for keeps) |
Someone said, motherfudd what someone said |
(Don't play us for weak) |
Yeah |
Astro |
Yeah, yeah |
Tay Keith, fum these wiggas up (Ay, ay) |
She's in love with who I am |
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah) |
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands |
I did half a man, thirteen hours 'til I land |
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah |
Like a light, ayy, yeah |
Like a light, ayy |
Slept through the flight, ayy |
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man |
This shit got double bedroom, man |
I still got scores to settle, man |
I crept down the block (down the block), made a right (yeah, right) |
Cut the lights (yeah, what?), paid the price (yeah) |
figgs think it's sweet (nah, nah), it's on sight (yeah, what?) |
Nothin' nice (yeah), baguettes in my ice (aww, man) |
Jesus Christ (yeah), checks over stripes (yeah) |
That's what I like (yeah), that's what we like (yeah) |
Lost my respect, you not a threat |
When I shoot my shot, that shud wetty like I'm Sheck (pitch!) |
See the shots that I took (ayy), wet like I'm Book (ayy) |
Wet like I'm Lizzie, I be spinnin' Valley |
Circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (yeah, what?) |
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?) |
No one seen him (yeah, yeah) |
I'm tryna clean 'em (yeah) |
She's in love with who I am |
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance |
Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand (woo!) |
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land |
Had me out like a light, like a light |
Like a light, like a light |
Like a light (yeah), like a light |
Like a light |
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly |
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah |
He said "keep that on lock" |
I said "you know this shit, it’s life”, yeah |
It's absolute (yeah), I'm back reboot (it's lit!) |
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt) |
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah |
Shawty in the back |
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God) |
Ain't by the book, yeah |
This how it look, yeah |
'Bout a check, yeah |
Just check the foots, yeah |
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah) |
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah |
Ye-ah |
Wite-o Mode
Song parody of SICKO MODE by Big Hawk
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Written by: Lil Red and NBA Novot
Submitted on: May 13, 2022
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