letra de certified - gmo stax
[intro]
(d-mn, tye, you made this b-tch too? the f-ck got into you?)
(okay jones)
[chorus: gmo stax]
shoot him ’til he red, when they got us, i ain’t panic
b-tch, i’m certified, shoot ’em dead, then write my name on ’em
geekin’ hard up in designer, hit the gas, f-cked up the tires
n-ggas workers, i supply, n-ggas grown, but money childish
i been countin’ all day, man, where the f-ck the money counter?
i been quit the nike tech, b-tch, all my jeans cost a thousand
i don’t know which one his crib, so we just gon’ go house to house then
cheesy-ass chain don’t even cost more than a pop kit
[verse 1: gmo stax]
if n-ggas’ mans was still alivе, he’d die again (f-ck him)
firebombеd his ass once, he ain’t grab the chopper since
she said i stand on top of business, i’m a real pit (rrr)
pull up, hop out, chopper make a p-ssy n-gga dance again
it’s a trip how we walked out just like nick cannon them
and i ain’t goin’ inside if i can’t bring my cannon in
[verse 2: gmo streetz]
dead n-ggas talkin’, i got dead n-ggas talkin’ to me (that n-gga dead)
put him in the dirt and drop his iphone in the coffin with him
never broke break the code and go out rattin’ to be honest with you (really snitchin’)
mama know i’m out here thuggin’, she ain’t got no problem with it (she ain’t got no problem with it)
told grip it’s time to pop outside, they got us f-cked up (they got us f-cked up)
snitch n-ggas keep talkin’ ’bout they slidin’, shut the f-ck up (zip it)
bro, he got his mask on, he gon’ nut the f-ck up (yeah)
and i got my mag on, clutchin’, i got one up (i got one)
n-ggas actin’ like they know us, heart on cool, we ’bout to show ’em
askin’ if i brought the load, tryna see how we gon’ smoke ’em
clay told me stop lackin’, n-gga, i had to get back to totin’
’bout to get to crashin’, bro tell me chill, all this emotion
[verse 3: ybn lil bro]
go hard for my n-ggas who ain’t here
no cost, if you wanna be the boss, pay attention
flip they sh-t over, if they run, know to hawk ’em down
i ain’t wanna talk, never did, slime your ass out
when i leave the crib, this sh-t get real, lot of n-ggas die
talkin’ out the mouth, one shot sit his ass down
sweet like a baby
the way we rock n-ggas to sleep, we should make ’em pay us
in too deep, ain’t no love, i can’t even save you
long live my babies, i’ma see ’em later
[chorus: gmo stax]
shoot him ’til he red, when they got us, i ain’t panic
b-tch, i’m certified, shoot ’em dead, then write my name on ’em
geekin’ hard up in designer, hit the gas, f-cked up the tires
n-ggas workers, i supply, n-ggas grown, but money childish
i been countin’ all day, man, where the f-ck the money counter?
i been quit the nike tech, b-tch, all my jeans cost a thousand
i don’t know which one his crib, so we just gon’ go house to house then
cheesy-ass chain don’t even cost more than a pop kit
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