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Gmo Lyrics

Just talked to baby
Pablo, they finna let him home
I ain't need no n***a hold my hand,
I ran that shit up on my own
Windows or the nall, no
I wasn't fuckin with no blow
I do get nervous, catch the shakes, pick up
that choppa when I'm cold
They boutta pray this bitch jam, cause I'm
Go bang it till it's gone Been swimmin' on that low end , fuck a shark
We don't like the zone,
We don't tolerate no hoes
You run once and get disowned
If that was us, that caught dog,
They would have to
Scrape him off the floor
Face shot, face shot,
Aim from his feet up to his nose
God know I ain't no bad kid, but they been Tryin' to send us home
Soon as they hit that bash end , them 223's Bend up the door
Them niggas just some bad kids, them switches Whip him em out they clothes
And ain't no back door, it's only gang, them Bitches closed
And all them niggas fags doe,
Can't wait till niggas get exposed
Yeah, lil bro, a mechanic, get in that car, it feel Like home
Still sendin' shit to baby bro, but it's still hard To take the phone
Really be outside, all them niggass lyin',
On the guys
They all down the slide, y'all let niggas slide
Every time, boy, pack a rod, I'm the one Ahmad
She surprised, pull out third thigh,
Fuck her till she cried
Uh-uh, it's the middle of the summer, got my Tim's on

Look my brother in his eyes like,
You can't do shit wrong, nigga
Better pick what side of the fence you on, Nigga
And this is real life, there's not no diss song, Nigga
Solider life this shit ain't new to us
Every time a niggaa get nervous,
Tryna shoot it up

These niggas just ain't right,
I don't know who to trust
Ain't yall sick and tired of hearin'
What else they gon' do to us
Them niggas won't do nothin', they ain't doin' Nathan
.45 rock his ass, to sleep like a baby

Niggas be on live,
Really wanna write a statement
Bitches wanna ride with me,
Tryna have my baby
But I'm like, fuck nall, I ain't
Never cry on the bench
But I'm like, fuck y'all, my brotha gone

A nigga bout not, say, what up, wrong
Daddy would tell you i was , sixteen,
I strapped my nuts on
Strap this bitch down to the bed,
Now she keep actin' like my custos
Yeah they dissin' cuz, but I don't care,
Cause they ain't cut throat

I don't know how they rap, our life so good, But that shit nuts, though
We been tryna chill industry,
Actin' like it's us, though