Jack Mode - Cognito, Brisco, Rick Ross

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