CMO lyrics

[Intro: GMO Stax]
GMO (Drip)
CMO
(Turn me up, Trad)

[Chorus: GMO Stax]
It's some sh*t that I done did that'll never tell nobody
It's some sh*t that I done seen, I don't never talk about it
f*ck fightin', b*tch, I'm shootin', how you wanna go about it?
n*ggas local, b*tch, we blow, the whole world know about us (GMO)
Wanna lock in with the gang? Then, n*gga, go and catch a body
Homicide, homicide, but, n*gga, I still'll rob you
Whole city got they thumbs down, b*tch, don't worry 'bout it
CMO, only certified n*ggas still 'round me

[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
GMO, I heard they lookin' for me, it ain't hard to find me
Jumped in headfirst, they would've let me die, I started drawin'
Same n*ggas say they love you be the ones who really lyin'
When I was down on my lowеst, they ain't even comе around
When I was down in my lowest, they ain't even hold the chop
And no bad blood, 'cause if they need me, I still got 'em (I still got 'em)
I don't give a f*ck how long it take, ain't sh*t slidin'
It's some n*ggas played a couple years ago, they still dyin'

[Chorus: GMO Stax]
It's some sh*t that I done did that'll never tell nobody
It's some sh*t that I done seen, I don't never talk about it
f*ck fightin', b*tch, I'm shootin', how you wanna go about it?
n*ggas local, b*tch, we blow, the whole world know about us (GMO)
Wanna lock in with the gang? Then, n*gga, go and catch a body
Homicide, homicide, but, n*gga, I still'll rob you
Whole city got they thumbs down, b*tch, don't worry 'bout it
CMO, only certified n*ggas still 'round me
[Verse 2: BIG30]
It's CMO, pus*y chopper, mafia manga
Cannot miss opp n*ggas, certified members only
You hear that Glock blrrt, drop that gun, get to runnin'
Too late to call your manman, these n*ggas all in our moment
Mama, noose can hit his ass with that hunnid
The trauma of sendin' war, I sent a n*gga homeless
And I keep it on me, thirty round, fifty shots or better (Blrrt, blrrt)
I let it out wherever (Blrrt), ridin' C whatever weather (Blrrt, blrrt)
n*gga play with 30, never (Never), buy a couple Berettas
We cuttin' fingers off snitchin', bangin' up three letters
Choppa Gang forever, we gon' kill him, we gon' die together
Knock sh*t off, stay on the scene, my killers so clever
BIG30 the devil, they can't f*ck with me on any level
I'm in the double R with CG on the season level
Choppa Gang with TMO, like play with me, 'cause, n*gga, that's my brother
And we don't stroke a n*gga, he called my mama his mama

[Outro: BIG30]
Blrrt, blrrt