Made it Out
[Intro: GMO Stax]
(I hear you, JAY C)
GMO
(MIA JAY C)
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Made it out, but I be wishin' DB still was with me, wish you would've listened (I miss my n***a)
Told him always watch these n***as (Fuck these n***as)
Every time Sko cross my mind, I get up in my feelings (Every time)
Told Melly to keep his head up, forever Tunchi livin' (Forever Tunchi)
Always got another lil' brother, I'm forever with you
I had gotten a call that my n***as died, I wish that I was with 'em
Told the bros today that it's my time, stand on the business (It's all I want)
Know the rules, we livin' by the gun, we dyin' by the pistol (We know the rules)
[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Ninе times out of ten, I'd probably die with my hand on thе trigger ('Cause I ain't goin')
Poppin' all these Percs to heal the pain, I'm still in my feelings (I'm still in my feelings)
I'ma get the money, all these n***as wanna be is killers
I ain't got no point to prove, I got more stripes than Adidas (I ain't got no point to prove)
Let my youngins claim that body dead, they'll never know I did it (They'll never know)
Never worked no nine-to-five, but I'm gon' get the job finished (I'm gon' get the job done)
I can't take no picture in this fit 'cause I might slide in it (Can't)
Walk a n***a down in it (Fah)
I don't come outside 'less I got three hundred rounds with me
Switched up in Miami, even got it out of town with me
Fuck I look like gettin' caught out of bounds like them clown n***as?
In the 'Raq with fifty in my .40, I'm with Q50 (Long live Jeff)
Puttin' so much pressure on the opps, now they recruitin' n***as
[Verse 2: BloodHound Q50]
Every time a n***a die or get robbed, they sayin' it's 50
I feel like Wayne, slidin' through the 6 with my fuckin' drizzy
If he run, then he get Ricky'd, head tap left his ass dizzy
Walkin', stumblin' like he tipsy
Stand over his ass so I know he finished
Go, 7.62 if a n***a play dumb
Come here, where you goin'? Lil' n***a, don't run
Micro Drac' sound like a bomb
Had to get me a stick 'cause on the last hit, I fucked around, broke my drum
Fuck the 'burbs, they not on a crumb
One, two, three, bitch, here we come
Some n***as ain't finna make it past this month
Fuck Poohman, put his ass in this blunt
If I take you on a drill, you don't get no kill, next time, your ass can't come
Catch me a hat, an hour later, then I'm boolin' at the Trump
They say that I'm the new Hbunk 'cause I rob rappers, that shit fun
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Made it out, but I be wishin' DB still was with me, wish you would've listened (I miss my n***a)
Told him always watch these n***as (Fuck these n***as)
Every time Sko cross my mind, I get up in my feelings (Every time)
Told Melly to keep his head up, forever Tunchi livin' (Forever Tunchi)
Always got another lil' brother, I'm forever with you
I had gotten a call that my n***as died, I wish that I was with 'em
Told the bros today that it's my time, stand on the business (It's all I want)
Know the rules, we livin' by the gun, we dyin' by the pistol (We know the rules)
[Outro: BloodHound Q50]
Go, I rob rappers, that shit fun
Book that session, I'ma take your shit
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother
(I hear you, JAY C)
GMO
(MIA JAY C)
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Made it out, but I be wishin' DB still was with me, wish you would've listened (I miss my n***a)
Told him always watch these n***as (Fuck these n***as)
Every time Sko cross my mind, I get up in my feelings (Every time)
Told Melly to keep his head up, forever Tunchi livin' (Forever Tunchi)
Always got another lil' brother, I'm forever with you
I had gotten a call that my n***as died, I wish that I was with 'em
Told the bros today that it's my time, stand on the business (It's all I want)
Know the rules, we livin' by the gun, we dyin' by the pistol (We know the rules)
[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Ninе times out of ten, I'd probably die with my hand on thе trigger ('Cause I ain't goin')
Poppin' all these Percs to heal the pain, I'm still in my feelings (I'm still in my feelings)
I'ma get the money, all these n***as wanna be is killers
I ain't got no point to prove, I got more stripes than Adidas (I ain't got no point to prove)
Let my youngins claim that body dead, they'll never know I did it (They'll never know)
Never worked no nine-to-five, but I'm gon' get the job finished (I'm gon' get the job done)
I can't take no picture in this fit 'cause I might slide in it (Can't)
Walk a n***a down in it (Fah)
I don't come outside 'less I got three hundred rounds with me
Switched up in Miami, even got it out of town with me
Fuck I look like gettin' caught out of bounds like them clown n***as?
In the 'Raq with fifty in my .40, I'm with Q50 (Long live Jeff)
Puttin' so much pressure on the opps, now they recruitin' n***as
[Verse 2: BloodHound Q50]
Every time a n***a die or get robbed, they sayin' it's 50
I feel like Wayne, slidin' through the 6 with my fuckin' drizzy
If he run, then he get Ricky'd, head tap left his ass dizzy
Walkin', stumblin' like he tipsy
Stand over his ass so I know he finished
Go, 7.62 if a n***a play dumb
Come here, where you goin'? Lil' n***a, don't run
Micro Drac' sound like a bomb
Had to get me a stick 'cause on the last hit, I fucked around, broke my drum
Fuck the 'burbs, they not on a crumb
One, two, three, bitch, here we come
Some n***as ain't finna make it past this month
Fuck Poohman, put his ass in this blunt
If I take you on a drill, you don't get no kill, next time, your ass can't come
Catch me a hat, an hour later, then I'm boolin' at the Trump
They say that I'm the new Hbunk 'cause I rob rappers, that shit fun
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Made it out, but I be wishin' DB still was with me, wish you would've listened (I miss my n***a)
Told him always watch these n***as (Fuck these n***as)
Every time Sko cross my mind, I get up in my feelings (Every time)
Told Melly to keep his head up, forever Tunchi livin' (Forever Tunchi)
Always got another lil' brother, I'm forever with you
I had gotten a call that my n***as died, I wish that I was with 'em
Told the bros today that it's my time, stand on the business (It's all I want)
Know the rules, we livin' by the gun, we dyin' by the pistol (We know the rules)
[Outro: BloodHound Q50]
Go, I rob rappers, that shit fun
Book that session, I'ma take your shit
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother