Lack Again lyrics

[Intro: GMO Stax]
(MIA JAY C)
GMO, CMO
(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 (Yop)
Lot of n*ggas turnt killer that ain't never kill sh*t (n*ggas hoes)
Been done up the chop and get to blowin' like a ceilin' fan (Bah, bah)
Catch an 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 wasn'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' off right now, this sh*t just the beginnin'
n*ggas think they finna live for long, but this they last year (They gone)
I could have a million dollars cash, I'm still tryna spin

[Verse 2: BIG30 & GMO Stax]
sh*t, I already touched a mil', but still'll get to smackin' (Still on the same sh*t)
n*gga ever catch me lackin', I dеserve whatevеr happen
In the field like we at practice, steady clutchin' automatics
Give my opps a round of applause, whenever we see 'em, get to clappin'
I'm forever gon' get active, I'll forever be a savage
n*gga play, it be a tragedy, blrrrd
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 as f*ck, spilled an 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 K it's time for dinner
When I'm in town, I'm with killers, n*ggas dyin' tryna spin us
b*tch, I kush blow, dead if he look wrong
Never had no rap for n*ggas, all the opps get smushed on
Got your b*tch with the gang, that my lil' ho
He don't think his b*tch f*ckin', n*ggas be on cut dope
Quick to pull a f*ck n*gga card, no joke
I'm a bulldog, I pulled up with four-four
Yeah, I pulled up with four-four
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 (Yop)
Lot of n*ggas turnt killer that ain't never kill sh*t (n*ggas hoes)
Been done up the chop and get to blowin' like a ceilin' fan (Bah, bah)
Catch an 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 wasn'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 chopper, 'cause I keep my sh*t three-seven-five (That's on the gang)
This my real life, these n*ggas actin' like they livin' wild (n*ggas fakin')
Trigger finger itchin', shoot the switch until 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 that talk and get back for they mans
Kill 'em with success, it come down to it, kill they ass for real (Can go both ways)
Certified tweaker, slidin' around in the same whip (Certified)
n*ggas thought we wasn't gon' press no more since Mill and 8 got locked