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gc – how it go lyrics

{ hook }
(gc)
i got all these haters
i got all these hoes
i got all this paper
b-tch i’m from the go
so you know how it go
b-tch im from the go
so you know how it go
b-tch i’m from the go
so you know how it go

{ verse }
(gc)
fake n-ggas always feed you propaganda
im about to go ape, sh-t i k!ll for my bananas
rap game looked me in the eye
and said this big ole light of mine
n-gga im gonna let it shine
yeah i’m one of a kind
and im unsigned
and you can’t underestimate a prodigy
im all about my green, like broccoli
im here to fulfill my prophecy
and honestly, you wannabes ain’t stopping me
my flow sick, i need a vaccine
my bars heat, get yo sunscreen
when i pull up ima have yo dawgs cause a stampede
if you ain’t johnny b-tch don’t come across cuz i k!ll n-ggas that cross me
you snoozing on me, i bet you never felt like you lost sleep
she call me tyreese when i grab her by the waist then i go in deep
my guns speak, their the only ones that are all talk
and i stay grindin’ no skateboards no tony hawk
n-gga i’m the sh-t, my haters’ full of salt
if you f-ck with me, you won’t like the result
i’ll go in for murder not just -ssault
man im in this ho kinda like golf
and she told me that yo d-ck is micro soft
these broke n-ggas be like
another day another dollar lost
i spit heat, my flow cold, and my cold heart won’t defrost

{ verse }
( montana of 300 )
montana of 300
fge the logo
i hop on tracks no pogo
i go loco for my dough though
b-tch i kick it like a dojo
i go nuts no low blow
man but back when i was poor though
with no money for no polo
my og was off that coco
now im 10k for a show though
me lacking thats a no go
run up on me thats a no no
i clap then i get low though
you get whacked, i gave you promo
like d wade i keep heat on me but you know im from the go though
okay, i got all these haters
i got all these hoes
i got all this paper
i be ballin’ like d rose
i make a bad b-tch leave a n-gga
tell em adios
my crib feel just like a strip club cuz n-gga i got all these poles
i got h-lla guap,and i got h-lla thots
sneak diss on me? boy you better not
let that metal pop, i don’t ever box
b-tch it’s hammer time, i be nailing opps
when im poppin’ sh-t, its an apocalypse
man i shoot em up like a rocket b-tch
you ain’t stoppin’ sh-t you ain’t robbin’ sh-t
get yo noggin split, when them choppers spit, squad

- gc lyrics

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