Focus Mode (Explicit)

Look at me I’m fresh as hell

I’m fresh as hell

Look at me I got it on

I got it on

Exotics got me high as hell

I’m as hell

That drank gone get me in that mode

In that mode

Told lil shawty baby look at me

Get off yo phone

You won’t believe it if you never see

I’m never wrong

I could really use another muse

another song

We put together two and two

Add up the sum

I’m just saying it’s for you then we can get it done

If we factor in the time then maybe you the one

Fuck that, discuss it later where your friends at

After this, the after party at the krib yeah

Come and kick it catch a vibe cause we be lit, yeah

But look in close and see the depth of how we live here

You down for it cause you curious

See it this was fun but now the shit is getting serious

Cause I’m feeling myself

My outfit, my kicks,

My chain, my whip

I’m the shit

I’m feeling myself

Hit the mall, pop tags,

My style, my swag

I’m bad

Poppin’ bottles

24s on the old school

The hoes look hard

I’m feeling myself

Aye, now take a look at me

I’m so fly

They don’t even wanna look at me

Look at me I’m fresh as hell

I’m fresh as hell

Look at me I got it on

I got it on

Exotics got me high as hell

I’m as hell

That drank gone get me in that mode

In that mode

How the hell we get up in this room

You out yo clothes

You only took a couple shots

I took ‘bout 4

I think we should relax a bit

Lets roll some smoke

And put your phone on DND

But I’m in focus mode

Yea she say she ain’t got cracked in a minute

But that ain’t even my business

I fuck my girl like a hoe

but you know these hoes is still women

And respect is respect

But I can show you the difference

From niggas that really got it

From niggas that’s only tricking

Really show you some motion

This hoodie cost me a ticket

They say I’m overly picky

Just know my taste is exquisite

Let’s see how far to take it

I push this shit to the limit

Outter body experience

I’m just lifting ya spirits

Cause I’m feeling myself

My outfit, my kicks,

My chain, my whip

I’m the shit

I’m feeling myself

Hit the mall, pop tags,

My style, my swag

I’m bad

Poppin’ bottles

24s on the old school

The hoes look hard

I’m feeling myself

Aye, now take a look at me

I’m so fly

They don’t even wanna look at me