Lyrics

(MIA JAY C)
GMO
Turnt ****, I tell all my hoes, "Bring your friend with you" (Bring your friend with you)
Rich ****, wear these jeans once, paid a band for 'em
Everywhere I go, my killers goin', I be paranoid (Know my killers with me)
Mama told me a hundred times, I just ain't listen to her (I'm sorry, ma)
Everything I say, it be facts, that's why they listen to me (It's real rap)
Helped me make my first ten thousand, shout out to my **** Diddy
8 on the way, waitin' on a bond so they can free Milly (I'm waitin' on it)
Seein' my **** get hit with that chopper make me tweak different
I lost Tunechi, then Scooter, ****, we gon' keep spinnin' (Where **** at?)
Told lil' bro, "Wrong or right, I'm forever with you" (Know that's that)
All this bullshit goin' on, we can't forget the mission (We can't)
The only way that you a real boss if the team winnin' (Whole team winnin')
Huh, whole gang on go (Everybody)
Watch what you post, I ain't goin' for them games no more (No)
These **** hoes, come through out that yeah, a lot of **** know (Yeah)
I wasn't there when they caught your fam, I heard about it, though
Bro the man, he'll smack your head, tweak out on his own (Tweak)
Lil Bro, said he heard about me 'fore I made a song (YBN)
Sellin' dope, I got too much pull, bangout in the store (Servin')
Free the bros, never said a name, stood ten toes (Worry 'bout it)
Hop in that mode, **** can't tell me shit, you gotta show me
Everywhere I go, I keep pole, can't tell that bitch be on me
Come and find me, I'm like Nemo, I'm somewhere in the ocean
I got too much goin' on, don't give a fuck about no ho feelings
All my **** sell dope and still robbin', why lie? (Yop)
Get rich, we gon' die anyway, so why not? (Yeah)
Block hot, still got my gun out, fuck the cops
Certified, I'm so tweaked out, I can't chill out
Fuck rap, when it's time to go, I'ma still slide (I'm still goin')
Feds did a sweep, took my ****, got 'em all locked (Free the tweaks)
On my tenth winter coat, it ain't even cold outside (Run through 'em)
1Love like Lil Bro, from the 'jects to the block (From the 'jects to the block)
All my **** sell dope and still robbin', why lie?
Get rich, we gon' die anyway, so why not?
Block hot, still got my gun out, fuck the cops
Certified, I'm so tweaked out, I can't chill out
Fuck rap, when it's time to go, I'ma still slide
Feds did a sweep, took my ****, got 'em all locked
On my tenth winter coat, it ain't even cold outside
1Love like Lil Bro, from the 'jects to the block
Written by: Damauri Carter, YBN LIL BRO
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