[Intro: GMO Stax]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
Gang
(The fuck got into you?)
GMO, CMO
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Give me the drop, I'm pullin' up
Where the drank? Let's pour it up
I'm still workin' hard all twenty-four 'cause I ain't did enough
Know some youngins damn near spinned a hundred times, that ain't enough
Know some youngins who don't even want the cash, get it in blood
Probably did tell you that I love you, I was high as fuck
Streets changed and I changed, I can't even show no love
Play pussy, get fucked, 'til the A.M. countin' up
I don't touch it 'til the money touch the ceiling, stack it up
[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Ski masked, fully tucked, ain't stoppin' 'til I catch me somethin'
When I drop, the murder rate increase, I turn them tweakers up
Body drop up on the Westside, bitch, they gon' blame us
Get well soons and R.I.P.s all I see on Instagram
7.62, 5.56s hit his ass, he gon' be dead
Five four-fives did him, this long-ass chopper gon' park a whip
I'm the type to go do a drill, then hit the booth, talk my shit
'Fore I start chasin' M's, was chasin' niggas down with that ten milly
Swingin' choppers out a Bentley, we ain't payin' for no hit
We gon' put him in a blender
We gon' keep on spinnin' blocks, don't give a fuck 'bout bein' dizzy
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
Gang
(The fuck got into you?)
GMO, CMO
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Give me the drop, I'm pullin' up
Where the drank? Let's pour it up
I'm still workin' hard all twenty-four 'cause I ain't did enough
Know some youngins damn near spinned a hundred times, that ain't enough
Know some youngins who don't even want the cash, get it in blood
Probably did tell you that I love you, I was high as fuck
Streets changed and I changed, I can't even show no love
Play pussy, get fucked, 'til the A.M. countin' up
I don't touch it 'til the money touch the ceiling, stack it up
[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Ski masked, fully tucked, ain't stoppin' 'til I catch me somethin'
When I drop, the murder rate increase, I turn them tweakers up
Body drop up on the Westside, bitch, they gon' blame us
Get well soons and R.I.P.s all I see on Instagram
7.62, 5.56s hit his ass, he gon' be dead
Five four-fives did him, this long-ass chopper gon' park a whip
I'm the type to go do a drill, then hit the booth, talk my shit
'Fore I start chasin' M's, was chasin' niggas down with that ten milly
Swingin' choppers out a Bentley, we ain't payin' for no hit
We gon' put him in a blender
We gon' keep on spinnin' blocks, don't give a fuck 'bout bein' dizzy
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