
GMO1Love GMO Stax (Ft. YBN Lil Bro)
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[Intro: GMO Stax]
(MIA JAY C)
Gang, gang
Gang
GMO (I hear you, JAY C), CMO
[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Can't smoke an opp unless you smoke long
After we smokin', we gon' roll him up
GMO, bitch, 1Love
Them niggas lyin', say they ain't heard of us
Before I go, I'ma turn shit up
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Bitch, you know it's Wock' in my cup, opps in my blunt
This that start tryna fuck
Before I ever signed a deal, I was countin' up
And when I touch an M, I need me army tanks, more guns
I cut a lot of niggas off 'cause they don't tweak enough
[Verse 2: YBN Lil Bro]
When he died, shit, my feet was up
Don't come outside, ain't no keepin' up
Word around, they know he the one
Tryna ball like ten summers
Mask on, finna bend the corner (Uh)
Niggas dead, shit done got normal (Yup)
Pick your side, we don't give out warnings (For what?)
Pop out, this ain't no performance (Bitch)
Big Glocks, no lil' 40s
If I was you, I'd keep shit cordial
All that playin' to get you extorted
(MIA JAY C)
Gang, gang
Gang
GMO (I hear you, JAY C), CMO
[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Can't smoke an opp unless you smoke long
After we smokin', we gon' roll him up
GMO, bitch, 1Love
Them niggas lyin', say they ain't heard of us
Before I go, I'ma turn shit up
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Bitch, you know it's Wock' in my cup, opps in my blunt
This that start tryna fuck
Before I ever signed a deal, I was countin' up
And when I touch an M, I need me army tanks, more guns
I cut a lot of niggas off 'cause they don't tweak enough
[Verse 2: YBN Lil Bro]
When he died, shit, my feet was up
Don't come outside, ain't no keepin' up
Word around, they know he the one
Tryna ball like ten summers
Mask on, finna bend the corner (Uh)
Niggas dead, shit done got normal (Yup)
Pick your side, we don't give out warnings (For what?)
Pop out, this ain't no performance (Bitch)
Big Glocks, no lil' 40s
If I was you, I'd keep shit cordial
All that playin' to get you extorted
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