Jack Mode

[Chorus: Cognito] 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 [Verse 1: Rick Ross] 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! [Chorus: Cognito] 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 [Verse 2: Willy Wo] 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 [Verse 3: Brisco] 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 [Chorus: Cognito] 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 [Verse 4: Cognito] 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 [Chorus: Cognito] 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