Allah Mode

[Intro]
Yeah, You already know what it is
That's 40
Blessed, you know what time it is
40 Knights

[Chorus]
She said I taste sweet as pie, when I go Allah mode (Allah mode)
She said I taste sweet as pie, when I go Allah mode (Allah mode)
She said I taste sweet as pie, when I go Allah mode (Allah mode)
She said I taste sweet as pie, when I go Allah mode
Goin' Allah mode, goin'-goin' Allah mode
Goin' Allah mode, goin'-goin' Allah mode
Goin' Allah mode, goin'-goin' Allah mode
Goin' Allah mode, goin'-goin' Allah mode (Skuurrrtt)
She said I taste sweet as pie, when I go Allah mode
She said I taste sweet as pie, when I go Allah mode (Woo woo woo)
She said I taste sweet as pie, when I go Allah mode
She said I taste sweet as pie, when I go Allah mode

[Verse 1]
Lemme start off by telling you all the difference
Forget car horses ya’ll niggas flyin' with pigeons
Ya’ll sink and break down with every new listen
I ride and evolve, I'm bussin up out the system
I rise and I fall, I'm bussin out every mission
I slide when they call, I'm bussin' up all the pistons
I fry with the oil, I'm smokin' with no emissions
And if she slides off her drawers I'm bussin' all in ya' sister

[Chorus]
She said I taste sweet as pie, when I go Allah mode (Allah mode)
She said I taste sweet as pie, when I go Allah mode (Allah mode)
She said I taste sweet as pie, when I go Allah mode (Allah mode)
She said I taste sweet as pie, when I go Allah mode
Goin' Allah mode, goin'-goin' Allah mode
Goin' Allah mode, goin'-goin' Allah mode
Goin' Allah mode, goin'-goin' Allah mode
Goin' Allah mode, goin'-goin' Allah mode

[Verse 2]
These strippers hate me 'cause I ain't throwin' my paper
Latina mami's call me cuarenta estrella
If you hatin' on me I'ma call you stranger
And if you really want the beef than I'ma call you later
I don't need rubber armor just too look hard from afar
I live the truth through my bones, they kill you bar for bar
More swerves, less burbs
Don't observe, live verbs
This hurr
I said this shit hurr
Could fill up in your swisher
Fuck nigga stay off my Twitter
I seen ya' baby mama
I heard I could hit her
All I do is well
And I start it off with mister
Get ya' bald ass back patch
Matter of fact
Scratch that
Come back
Gimme your backpack
I'll show you a class act
I'ma leave this alone
Until we crash paths
And 40 shoots first
So we don't blast back

[Outro]
We don't blast back
Uh
40 Knights on the way, what up?
Allah mode