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back from the dead (remix) - gmo stax lyrics

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[intro: gmo stax]
(mia jay c)
gang, yeah (gmo)
blowin’ opps daily

[chorus: gmo stax]
blowin’ opps daily, i can’t even face it
h*llcat, supercharged motor, i ain’t racin’
we catch his ass, we scorin’, cook his ass like bacon
i’ll make a n*gga famous, out the window yellin’ gang sh*t
we not to be played with, live a thug life like pac and them
hail mary, throw my blessings up before we box ’em in
chrome heart, designer kicks, b*tch, i got all kind of sh*t
step on any n*gga, give a f*ck about a consequence

[verse: gmo stax]
nle, walk a n*gga down with this chopper, b*tch
i feel like peezy, black timbs, wintertime grind sh*t
n*ggas wanna be me, but don’t wanna put that time in
n*ggas nevеr see me, sh*t, they must be out of town with it
lil’ baby vibе different, hittin’ corners, slide with me
we be trailin’ back to back, movin’ like the mob members
tell my mama if they x me out, then it was my business
lam’ truck look good as h*ll, i’m tryna drive in it
he lookin’ through his rearview, whole time, i was on side of him
totin’ on bl!cks like tob, i only trust my brothers
‘fore i d*i*e, i’m takin’ n*ggas up to god with me
demons in my sleep, gettin’ haunted by that f*ck n*gga
b*tch, you know it’s f*ck n*ggas, n*ggas know what’s up with me
all my b*tches tweakers, get the drop and set ’em up for me
i be tryna leave somethin’, quit with all that mean muggin’
he was tryna run until i upped the beam on him
n*ggas ain’t no real pits, goin’ hood to hood on field trips
all that playin’ gangster, boy, you still a snitch
streets don’t love n0body, but i’m still in ’em
check the score, we still winnin’
and when i die, label me a real n*gga
[chorus: gmo stax]
blowin’ opps daily, i can’t even face it
h*llcat, supercharged motor, i ain’t racin’
we catch his ass, we scorin’, cook his ass like bacon
i’ll make a n*gga famous, out the window yellin’ gang sh*t
we not to be played with, live a thug life like pac and them
hail mary, throw my blessings up before we box ’em in
chrome heart, designer kicks, b*tch, i got all kind of sh*t
step on any n*gga, give a f*ck about a consequence

[verse 2: pooh shiesty]
all the young n*ggas that’s with me certified and known for choppin’ sh*t
i sent the pits, they caught him shoppin’, he got in the car, they followed him
know big shiesty a 40 carrier, still get r*t*rded with it
if i come out, that “blrrrd” up on my neck, it’s gon’ be hard to miss
opps ain’t never shot sh*t, but be talkin’ like they bangin’ with it
come get this booster out the car, be d*mned, i let him blow my mission
anybody got smoke with me got shot up where they tried to fix it
tote a chop with the suppressor, when i draw down, bet that p*ssy listen
don’t wanna get hit at, then your best bet is get out the business
blowin’ opps daily with this fully, it ain’t too much missin’
sixty on the drac’, but no karate how it get to kickin’
all them n*ggas gettin’ it, just be patient, know they time tickin’, blrrrd, blrrrd

[chorus: gmo stax]
blowin’ opps daily, i can’t even face it
h*llcat, supercharged motor, i ain’t racin’
we catch his ass, we scorin’, cook his ass like bacon
i’ll make a n*gga famous, out the window yellin’ gang sh*t
we not to be played with, live a thug life like pac and them
hail mary, throw my blessings up before we box ’em in
chrome heart, designer kicks, b*tch, i got all kind of sh*t
step on any n*gga, give a f*ck about a consequence
[verse 3: big30]
i’ll make a n*gga perm, put this six*two to his brain, b*tch
semiautomatic, sharpshooter, i got aim, b*tch
2020 wide*body caddy, i switch lanes quick
man, these n*ggas keep copyin’ me, i’ma buy a train, b*tch
big chopper gang, b*tch, real member, i’m f*cked up
wasn’t paralyzed, know his p*ssy ass just lucked up
he don’t even know when he be sh*ttin’, he disgust us
we tapped him on his ass, stripper status, he got touched up
five hundred shots up in his house what my beginning was
stopped shootin’ at them bricks, started k!llin’ sh*t, hostin’ them funerals
flawless diamonds hittin’ up on my neck, check out these minerals
every k!ller overk!ll, the city say we pitiful

[chorus: gmo stax]
blowin’ opps daily, i can’t even face it
h*llcat, supercharged motor, i ain’t racin’
we catch his ass, we scorin’, cook his ass like bacon
i’ll make a n*gga famous, out the window yellin’ gang sh*t
we not to be played with, live a thug life like pac and them
hail mary, throw my blessings up before we box ’em in
chrome heart, designer kicks, b*tch, i got all kind of sh*t
step on any n*gga, give a f*ck about a consequence

[outro]
ever since i was like thirteen, man
caught my first body
them hoes gon’ die the same way, man
and i accepted that sh*t

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