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gmo stax - only option lyrics

[intro: gmo stax]
(d+mn, tye, you made this b+tch too? the f+ck got into you?)
gmo

[chorus: gmo stax]
gettin’ rich the only option, b+tch, i grew up ’round bosses
n+ggas talk that k!ller sh+t, get in the room and start talkin’
in this month, just on drip alone, done spent a hundred thousand
them b22s ain’t nothin’ to me, treat ’em like some forces
gon’ do some sh+t all by myself, i don’t need my shooters
give a f+ck about a n+gga rank, we don’t do recruitin’
ridin’ ’round with so many clips, we could shoot a movie
treat rob like my brother, this sh+t deeper than some music

[verse 1: rob49]
i treat stax just like my brother, this sh+t deeper than the music
he keep sayin’ he want ’em dead, i told lil’ bro he better do it
make my ho cheat on her n+gga, that lil’ family sh+t ruined
i was just at the p+wn shop tryna p+wn playstation 4s
oh lord, out my body, and i still play with narcotics
i’m with gmo, don’t make me send them pits to come and bite you
i bang vulture mafia, can’t say too much ’cause that indictment
know the feds just did a sweet, why i can’t be in my lil’ projects
oh lord, i been off them pills for a minute now, n+gga, huh
i been feelin’ a way for a lil’ minute now, n+gga, yeah
b+tch, don’t come too close, ’cause none of my n+ggas ain’t friendly
put a thirty up in it, slap a switch on them b+tches, huh
[verse 2: l.o.e. shimmy]
my left wrist so icy like a blizzard, my cup red like clifford
in my trap house bustin’ bags with scissors, 40 playin’ with printers
this chinchilla mink on for the winter, spin on opps for dinner
i will never give a b+tch my dot, you p+ssy n+ggas tender
i just took a sprite and dirtied it up, now my cup look like sza
open shop at night, get straight to work, put doggy in a blender
f+ck that b+tch off percs, she just one night, she ready to leave her n+gga
i’ma get my get+back, that’s on sight, i’m droppin’ bags on k!llers
slatt, i’m so f+ckin’ slimy, look at all this venom
frrt, that’s that switchy hittin’, i swear i love that, uh
with these braces, i bust down my dental, k!llers in my rental
too much perky 10s, pop back+to+back, b+tch, i done lost my mental
i’ma sell my soul for twenty million, just give me a pencil
they don’t give a f+ck how zombie feelin’, i’m so scarred from spinnin’
what’s that’s in your cup? a deuce of wock’, lil’ b+tch, this not no henny
i don’t give a f+ck, ain’t wifin’ b+tches, i’m a dog, rrr

[verse 3: luh tyler]
i can teach that n+gga how to get a bag, just pay attention
i can see these n+ggas mad i got that cake, man, i can feel the tension (feel the tension)
ain’t worried ’bout no hate, i’m in the booth with shim, we in here glitchin’ (yeah, glitchin’)
i know that paper comin’, i can tell because my palms be itchin’ (my palms be itchin’)
these n+ggas mad, i see them boys don’t like me, probably f+cked his wifey (f+cked his wifey)
you want a feat’, then go’n and drop that bag, you know this sh+t get pricey (this sh+t get pricey)
don’t need designer, i’ma pop my sh+t, i step out in a white tee (in a white tee)
they steady tellin’ me that i’m the g.o.a.t., i don’t even know, i might be (b+tch, i might be)
[chorus: gmo stax]
gettin’ rich the only option, b+tch, i grew up ’round bosses
n+ggas talk that k!ller sh+t, get in the room and start talkin’
in this month, just on drip alone, done spent a hundred thousand
them b22s ain’t nothin’ to me, treat ’em like some forces
gon’ do some sh+t all by myself, i don’t need my shooters
give a f+ck about a n+gga rank, we don’t do recruitin’
ridin’ ’round with so many clips, we could shoot a movie
treat rob like my brother, this sh+t deeper than some music

[verse 4: gmo stax]
this sh+t deeper than some music
lotta n+ggas rap about this sh+t, but really don’t go do it
you can’t tell who the rapper, all my n+ggas gettin’ to it
whole city knew about us way before we made some music
young rich n+gga, did it all before i turned twenty
had to hustle all my life, all i wanted was some money
same hoes used to ho me, now they say i’m actin’ funny
can’t afford to get caught slippin’, i bought all my n+ggas b+ttons
‘fore i met rob, was ridin’ four 9s and switches on me
if my hands tied, my n+ggas gon’ come stand on business for me
was just rockin’ hand+me+downs, still thinkin’ that i’m crispy
when i wake up, get straight to it, i ain’t got no time for chillin’

- gmo stax lyrics

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