[Intro: GMO Stax]
MIA JAY C
Free 'em up
I hear you JAY C

[Chorus: GMO Stax]
It's a couple n***as lack, I pray, lack again
Couple bitch n***as still alive, 'posed to be dead (Die)
Lot of n***as turnt
Killer that ain't never kill shit (N***as hoes)
Better up the chop' and get to blowin' like a ceilin' fan (Bop-bop)
Catch a opp and turn it to a sad day on Instagram
7.62s hit his ass so fast he ain't know he was dead
Lot of n***as was, but I weren't nervous on my first drill (Never)
Take a n***a life from him and put that shit in God hands (It's all in God hands)

[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
N***as think 'bout gettin' up right now, this shit just the beginning
N***as think they finna live for long, but, this they last year (They gone)
I can have a million dollars cash, I'm still tryna spin

[Verse 2: BIG30 & GMO Stax]
Shit, I already touched a milli still’a get to smackin' (Still on thе same shit)
N***a ever catch mе lackin', I deserve whatever happen
In the field like we at practice, stay to clutchin' automatics
Give my opps a round of applause, soon as we see 'em, get to clappin'
I'm forever gon' get active, I forever be a savage
N***a play it be a tragedy (Blrrrd)
Everywhere I go, I bring that Drac'
He took one to the dome, 7.62 ate up his face
N***as don't want no smoke, this shit right here'll get you laced
Police got me mad, and folks put the Eight on a high-speed chase
[Verse 3: Hotboii]
Yeah, gotta know everything confidential
These hollows, they get hungry, I ain't fed 'em since December
I loaded up my clip and told my Ks, "It's time for dinner"
When I'm in town, I'm with killers
N***as die tryna spin (Dead)
Bitch, my kush blow (Dead)
If he look wrong
Never had no rap for n***as, all the opps get smush-stomped
Got your bitch, with the game, that my lil' ho
He don't think his bitch be fuckin'
N***as be on cut though
Quick to pull a fuck n***a card, no joke
I'm a bulldog, I pull up with .44
Yeah, I pulled up with .44
Spin exotic, rental cars
Whoever want smoke

[Chorus: GMO Stax]
It's a couple n***as lack, I pray, lack again
Couple bitch n***as still alive, 'posed to be dead (Die)
Lot of n***as turnt
Killer that ain't never kill shit (N***as hoes)
Better up the chop' and get to blowin' like a ceilin' fan (Bop-bop)
Catch a opp and turn it to a sad day on Instagram
7.62s hit his ass so fast he ain't know he was dead
Lot of n***as was, but I weren't nervous on my first drill (Never)
Take a n***a life from him and put that shit in God hands (It's all in God hands)
[Verse 4: GMO Stax]
Better keep your choppa 'cause I keep my shit three-seven-five (Like everyday)
This my real life, these n***as actin' like they livin' wild (With this Drac')
Trigger finger itchin', shoot the switch 'til it's smokin' hot
I can't judge no n***a 'bout his life, I live mines on the edge
N***as need to shut up, all that talk, get back and for they mans
Killer wants success, it come down do it, kill they ass for real
Certified to be slidin' 'round in the same whip (Certified)
N***as thought we weren't gon' press no more since Milla 8 got locked (Since Milla 8 got locked)