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lirik lagu gmo stax & big30 - lack again

[intro: gmo stax]
mia jay c
free ’em up
i hear you jay c

[chorus: gmo stax]
it’s a couple n~ggas lack, i pray, lack again
couple b~tch n~ggas still alive, ‘posed to be dead (die)
lot of n~ggas turnt
k!ller that ain’t never k!ll sh~t (n~ggas hoes)
better up the chop’ and get to blowin’ like a ceilin’ fan (bop~bop)
catch a opp and turn it to a sad day on instagram
7.62s hit his ass so fast he ain’t know he was dead
lot of n~ggas was, but i weren’t nervous on my first drill (never)
take a n~gga life from him and put that sh~t in god hands (it’s all in god hands)
[verse 1: gmo stax]
n~ggas think ’bout gettin’ up right now, this sh~t just the beginning
n~ggas think they finna live for long, but, this they last year (they gone)
i can have a million dollars cash, i’m still tryna spin

[verse 2: big30 & gmo stax]
sh~t, i already took a middle finger, gеt to smackin’ (still on the same sh~t)
n~gga evеr catch me lackin’, i deserve whatever happen
in the field like we at practice, stay to clutchin’ automatics
give my opps a round of applause, soon as we see’em, get to clappin’
i’m forever gon’ get active, i forever be a savage
n~gga play it be a tragedy (bllrd)
everywhere i go, i bring that drac’
he took one to the dome, 7.62 ate up his face
n~ggas don’t want no smoke, this sh~t right here’ll get you laced
police got me mad, and folks put the eight on a high~speed chase

[verse 3: hotboii]
yeah, gotta know everything confidential
these hollows, they get hungry, i ain’t fed ’em since december
i loaded up my clip and told my ks, “it’s time for dinner”
when i’m in town, i’m with k!llers
n~ggas die tryna spin (dead)
b~tch, my kush blow (dead)
if he look wrong
never had no rap for n~ggas, all the opps get smush~stomped
got your b~tch, with the game, that my lil’ ho
he don’t think his b~tch be f~ckin’
n~ggas be on [?] though
quick to pull a f~ck n~gga card, no joke
i’m a bulldog, i pull up with .44
yeah, i pulled up with .44
spin exotic, rental cars
whoever want smoke
[chorus: gmo stax]
it’s a couple n~ggas lack, i pray, lack again
couple b~tch n~ggas still alive, ‘posed to be dead (die)
lot of n~ggas turnt
k!ller that ain’t never k!ll sh~t (n~ggas hoes)
better up the chop’ and get to blowin’ like a ceilin’ fan (bop~bop)
catch a opp and turn it to a sad day on instagram
7.62s hit his ass so fast he ain’t know he was dead
lot of n~ggas was, but i weren’t nervous on my first drill (never)
take a n~gga life from him and put that sh~t in god hands (it’s all in god hands)

[verse 4: gmo stax]
better keep your choppa ’cause i keep my sh~t three~seven~five (like everyday)
this my real life, these n~ggas actin’ like they livin’ wild (with this drac’)
trigger finger itchin’, shoot the switch ’til it’s smokin’ hot
i can’t judge no n~gga ’bout his life, i live mines on the edge
n~ggas need to shut up, all this talk, get back and for they mans
k!ller wants success, it come down do it, k!ll they ass for real
certified to be slidin’ ’round in the same whip (certified)
n~ggas thought we weren’t gon’ press no more since milla 8 got locked (since milla 8 got locked)

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