[Intro: GMO Stax]
(MIA JAY C)
GMO, CMO
(I hear you, JAY C)
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
It's a couple niggas lack I pray lack again
Couple bitch niggas still alive 'posed to be dead (Yop)
Lot of niggas turnt killer that ain't never kill shit (Niggas hoes)
Been done up the chop and get to blowin' like a ceilin' fan (Bah, bah)
Catch an opp and turn it to a sad day on Instagram
7.62s hit his ass so fast, he ain't know he was dead
Lot of niggas was, but I wasn't nervous on my first drill (Never)
Take a nigga life from him and put that shit in God hands (It's all in God hands)
[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Niggas think 'bout gettin' off right now, this shit just the beginnin'
Niggas think they finna live for long, but this they last year (They gone)
I could have a million dollars cash, I'm still tryna spin
[Verse 2: BIG30 & GMO Stax]
Shit, I already touched a mil', but still'll get to smackin' (Still on the same shit)
Nigga ever catch me lackin', I dеserve whatevеr happen
In the field like we at practice, steady clutchin' automatics
Give my opps a round of applause, whenever we see 'em, get to clappin'
I'm forever gon' get active, I'll forever be a savage
Nigga play, it be a tragedy, blrrrd
Everywhere I go, I bring that Drac'
He took one to the dome, 7.62 ate up his face
Niggas don't want no smoke, this shit right here'll get you laced
Police got me mad as fuck, spilled an eight on a high-speed chase
(MIA JAY C)
GMO, CMO
(I hear you, JAY C)
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
It's a couple niggas lack I pray lack again
Couple bitch niggas still alive 'posed to be dead (Yop)
Lot of niggas turnt killer that ain't never kill shit (Niggas hoes)
Been done up the chop and get to blowin' like a ceilin' fan (Bah, bah)
Catch an opp and turn it to a sad day on Instagram
7.62s hit his ass so fast, he ain't know he was dead
Lot of niggas was, but I wasn't nervous on my first drill (Never)
Take a nigga life from him and put that shit in God hands (It's all in God hands)
[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Niggas think 'bout gettin' off right now, this shit just the beginnin'
Niggas think they finna live for long, but this they last year (They gone)
I could have a million dollars cash, I'm still tryna spin
[Verse 2: BIG30 & GMO Stax]
Shit, I already touched a mil', but still'll get to smackin' (Still on the same shit)
Nigga ever catch me lackin', I dеserve whatevеr happen
In the field like we at practice, steady clutchin' automatics
Give my opps a round of applause, whenever we see 'em, get to clappin'
I'm forever gon' get active, I'll forever be a savage
Nigga play, it be a tragedy, blrrrd
Everywhere I go, I bring that Drac'
He took one to the dome, 7.62 ate up his face
Niggas don't want no smoke, this shit right here'll get you laced
Police got me mad as fuck, spilled an eight on a high-speed chase
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