[Intro: GMO Stax]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
GMO

[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Gettin' rich the only option, bitch, I grew up 'round bosses
N***as talk that killer shit, 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 shit all by myself, I don't need my shooters
Give a fuck about a n***a rank, we don't do recruitin'
Ridin' 'round with so many clips, we could shoot a movie
Treat Rob like my brother, this shit deeper than some music

[Verse 1: Rob49]
I treat Stax just like my brother, this shit 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***a, that lil' family shit ruined
I was just at the pawn shop tryna pawn 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***a, huh
I been feelin' a way for a lil' minute now, n***a, yeah
Bitch, don't come too close, 'cause none of my n***as ain't friendly
Put a thirty up in it, slap a switch on them bitches, 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 bitch my dot, you pussy n***as 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
Fuck that bitch off Percs, she just one night, she ready to leave her n***a
I'ma get my get-back, that's on sight, I'm droppin' bags on killers
Slatt, I'm so fuckin' 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, killers in my rental
Too much Perky 10s, pop back-to-back, bitch, I done lost my mental
I'ma sell my soul for twenty million, just give me a pencil
They don't give a fuck how Zombie feelin', I'm so scarred from spinnin'
What's that's in your cup? A deuce of Wock', lil' bitch, this not no Henny
I don't give a fuck, ain't wifin' bitches, I'm a dog, rrr

[Verse 3: Luh Tyler]
I can teach that n***a how to get a bag, just pay attention
I can see these n***as 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***as mad, I see them boys don't like me, probably fucked his wifey (Fucked his wifey)
You want a feat', then go'n and drop that bag, you know this shit get pricey (This shit get pricey)
Don't need designer, I'ma pop my shit, 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 (Bitch, I might be)
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Gettin' rich the only option, bitch, I grew up 'round bosses
N***as talk that killer shit, 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 shit all by myself, I don't need my shooters
Give a fuck about a n***a rank, we don't do recruitin'
Ridin' 'round with so many clips, we could shoot a movie
Treat Rob like my brother, this shit deeper than some music

[Verse 4: GMO Stax]
This shit deeper than some music
Lotta n***as rap about this shit, but really don't go do it
You can't tell who the rapper, all my n***as gettin' to it
Whole city knew about us way before we made some music
Young rich n***a, 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***as buttons
'Fore I met Rob, was ridin' four 9s and switches on me
If my hands tied, my n***as 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'