All Hail Y.T. - Sports Mode (feat. Anthony Danza)

Yea
All Hail Y.T.
And my Homie AD
You know how we do
Know what I'm saying
We bout to shift gears on niggas, ya feel me
Oh we in Sports Mode
You already know homie
Double 0 Danza
Anthony - Sean Connery
I couldn't brake my bond
I'm still serving these zombies
Five speed pop the clutch
I go hungry
Bag full of whites, I do my own laundry
Not a stain on me, just the piece on me
I don't bend or fold, It ain't a crease on me
I kept It short like Martin and Cole
I gotta go
Probably never saw me
Hid the work like Tommy
New niggas is beyond me
Rap niggas behind me
I been butter for years
And It still gets slimy
I'm at the Deli, green olives and salami
Really out the way
But yo bitch tryna find me
You gotta duck on yo line
I gotta queen lurking
We talking money and progression in between flirting
I usually don't do this
But it been working
Certified in sports mode, yea I been certain
Living every day like a hustle
All my flips gotta double
Adding pieces to the puzzle
Medusa head on the buckle
Whip foreigns to the muscles
In a flash I'll dust you
Every day like a hustle
All my flips gotta double
Adding pieces to the puzzle
Luccini down to the buckle
Race foreigns to the muscles
Sports mode I'll dust you
Paper stacking
Macking up in the wind
Fetti spend, dividend grow
Patience thin, for nonsense
My content win at a constant
Often we pop shit
Dealers and convicts, surround
All over the globe, we put It down
Blowing tree by the pound
Hennessy and Cristal
Bitches loving the style
Smooth as XO
Smooth as Snoop, wit gin juice
On Death Row
On the West Coast where sets throw
Prawn with the basil pesto
Scooping cash outta escrow uh
It ain't what you wear, its what you drive
What you save, fuck what you buy
What you invest in
I need a real estate collection
Portfolios, residuals in my checking
Blue chip stock, vacation home to rest in
Everydays a grind
But I count It as a blessing
Living every day like a hustle
All my flips gotta double
Adding pieces to the puzzle
Medusa head on the buckle
Whip foreigns to the muscles
In a flash I'll dust you
Every day like a hustle
All my flips gotta double
Adding pieces to the puzzle
Luccini down to the buckle
Race foreigns to the muscles
Sports mode I'll dust you

Written by:
DARRELL CONTEE

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