[Intro: GMO Stax]
GMO
(My n***a Lee, I think we got another one)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
It's true I was fucked up before
And it's true that I ain't goin' back broke
OGs ain't showin' love no more
Now they ass can't even come back around
Probably mad 'cause it's a young n***a world
The old hoes even want young n***as now
Diss me so he can get him some clout
Gon' be a whole lot of young n***as die
Movin' slow, it's like a six in my pop
They need to let my Zone 6 n***as out
Tryna hit him with a brick when he out
Bro in the feds, I need to get him a phone
Know my n***a wanna talk all day
Used to ride and lеt it spark broad day
Used to be fucked up on that block all day
Lеarned on my own, they ain't showed me a way
N***as hate, but they smile in my face
Used to show love 'til I seen there wasn't none
Make a way so my n***as can shine
Buy whips so my n***as can drive
I ain't trippin', I done been at the bottom
Freaky bitch eat the dick when she swallow
Wasn't with us, we was hoppin' in strikers
Can't be with us when we on stage shinin'
Can't chill now, it's hard to stop, we winnin'
Ain't hard to tell, bitches know who that n***a
Used to couldn't afford it, now I buy that shit
Fuck it up, then buy it again
Just sit back and watch me fuck up a check
Sit back, watch 'em all drop dead
It's to the point n***as don't want no problems
And if it is, bro, don't even worry 'bout it
Thought I was Yak, how I be with them snipers
Left his ass right there and left his mans on his side
If I shoot it, I ain't missin', this shit ain't rocket science
'Cause I'ma walk his ass down, put that shit on the Bible
Was just chillin' on Rodeo, woke up on Ocean Drive
It's heavy motion over here, we can't compare to the opps
When I get bored, hit the city, go and hit me a block
Try to run like Ricky, shot his dumb ass down (My n***a Lee, I think we got another one, boom)
[Verse 2: Peezy]
We be goin' in, bitch, it's Ghetto Boyz, you know it is
Feel like a polar bear, got too much ice on me, it's cold in here
They paid me twenty for a show again, here we go again
I brought a pole in here, we cookin' dope in here, don't go in here
I might jump back on the road again, hit the O again
Might do a turnaround in Cincinnati, go reload again
I took the Rollie off, put on a Patek and it's frozen, yeah
My n***as happy, I'm back in my baggie, this for Soda, yeah
I got a bad bitch, her body like a Coca-Cola, yeah
You thinkin' I'ma miss out on this paper, boy, you slow as hell
Don't pull next to the Demon tryna race it, boy, you slow as hell
Don't come around me tryna take no picture, boy, you bold as hell
Tryna get my n***as out the street so they don't go to jail
Where Johnny Dang at? I'm out in Houston, bitch, I want a grill
I don't like to fuck without a Perky, bae, I need a pill
How you ain't got no cheese, you over thirty? You can't be for real

[Verse 3: Babyface Ray]
You know I don't fuck with them, you know that it's up with them
Presi' on me plain jane, my bitch rock the same thing
Cooper Street mob ties, I fuck with the generals
20K'll get you touched for real, don't send subliminals
If we talkin' bags and that bitch heavy, my boys federal
Busy-ass n***a, might fit your bitch in my schedule
N***as ride the wave a lot, I do the shit they never do
If it's good work, we stretch it out like Ms. Incredible
I hope you step for me, 'cause if it's love, know I'll step for you
Ayy, most these n***as lame, I teach the game, just do what's best for you
I smash it off the lot, then drop the top to get a better view
I turned it up a notch, look at my crib, that bitch got levels too (Ayy)
Look at my wrist, look at my neck, that bitch be dancin', yeah
Feel like Tay B, I'm up for real, I'm never landin', yeah
If my CD flop, I'm catchin' sales again
We got tan again, we got white, smoke like Amsterdam
[Verse 4: Kdoe]
I'm finna make 'em sick, I'm finna fuck up n***as' appetite
This ain't Call of Duty, but I'm goin' on a kill strike
I can murder n***as anytime I really feel like
Don't want me on them songs, n***as scared to share them field lights
My thirty 'round this bitch, Goonie, put this fuckin' beat on ice
Put my words on any song, I bet I bring this bitch to life
Loaded with that chocolate, n***a, and I get that baby white
And I got them 'bows that be louder than a dynamite
Schedule a candlelight once I'm done with this bitch
I feel like Ken on Street Fighter how I be punchin' the bricks
I'm finna drop a Caddy truck and I'ma slap that bitch on Forgiats
Whole hood shittin', call a semi, we need porty-pots
Ask Peter Marco, I spent sixty on a fuckin' watch
Let me talk my shit, extend the beat, I'm runnin' out of clock
Sets with them fetti sales and I don't know how to fuckin' stop
Bitch, I'm really one of them, heard n***as actin' like I'm not
I don't really rap, but to these streets, I'm really dedicated
I don't really rap, but my n***as wanna see me make it (My n***a Lee, I think we got another one)
It's a hit, my n***a Helly made it (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Lil' n***as

[Verse 5: Baby Money]
Naw, we can't match no line, I need a four, I really need a seal
Forty pointer white buffs, I can see for real
That n***a taught me how to eat, so I feed his kids
Advance a hundred racks a trip, I don't need a deal
Yeah, the Bent' chocolate, yeah, my bitch cocky
Rollie band, I sold balls just to get my wrist rocky
I don't even know the total what we made Ziplocin'
You should be on TikTok rockin' all them fake watches
Yeah, they broke, you believin' that?
Like we ain't rockin' all this ice and you ain't seein' that?
GMO, Wavy, Ghetto, get an easy check
An eight of Wocky in a Sprite look like a three of Act', pussy
I'm in a four-door tinted, this your ho trippin'
You can't make no more chicken 'til you find the man that did it
Drivin' limbos home, I can't risk no more sinnin'
Them bucks on for the city, we like the '04 Pistons