GOMD lyrics

(Varsity)
(slatt)
(yeah, come on)
(come on)

[Verse 1]
n*ggas always love saying my name
Everyday it's a brand new post
And I tried to let y'all n*ggas live
But y'all n*ggas won't leave me alone
Wanted problems n*gga here it is
n*ggas know I don't f*ck with alo
Lil b*tch I'm too grimy, I handle my bizz
Bet I catch a n*gga at a show, if he get one
I got v-set all on me, f*ck n*gga would try to hit some
I got big straps on me no lil' guns
This the start of velli, this the real one
Prolly runnin' his sh*t like a puma
He gon' hop on IG and do too much
Before you fix them lips to say my damn name, pus*y go clean that room up
Ion' usually respond to the rumors, or the "poppin' my sh*t" Ion' do that
n*ggas know what you do in thеm group chats, better pray that don't nobody speak up
n*gga postin' likе who he gon' beat up
I'd be damned if I let him f*ck me up
I was high though, just had to re-up
n*ggas pus*y they don't wanna meet up
I'd be damned if I let him f*ck me up
Me and twin in yo' city come see us
Oh I get it, Oh I get it, n*ggas tryna get some clout
Oh I get it, he ain't sh*t without spamming on tiktok
Even then he can't make his lil' sh*t pop
I can't f*ck on this hoe, I just lip-lock
On my daddy let's get this sh*t kicked off
Took a month to get you 7k
I get 7k in 7 days
I get hella' paper hella ways
n*gga talkin' sh*tty hella brain
n*gga just politicking cause' he can't rap, uh-huh
n*gga don't say name, then I won't say it back, uh-huh
n*ggas can't talk to me, where yo pape' at? mm-hm
Bring the sl*ts in, where the ban-
[Verse 2]
b*tch I'm with R-O-P
f*ck bout' a S-O-S, give f*ck bout' a A-L-O
I heard your new sh*t, and it ain't your best better go ahead and turn that off
This n*gga main talent speaking on my name cause' the rap sh*t ain't gon' do it
Gun to ya' head, name 5 alo songs
Just imagine that side
I'm with lil cay, I'm with lil blue and lil truce n*gga know I came with genocide
f*ck bout a "x", I put that lil n*gga on, now he wanna pick his side
But don't forget, I got on your song cause' a b*tch, n*gga might aswell take that down
b*tch I ain't your friend, cool, gang
Ion' know why n*ggas saying my name
n*ggas too mad, see I'm still doing em' bad, tell bandy make another post
That sh*t is sad, I see how y'all n*ggas act, y'all use a n*gga to promote
That sh*t is trash, that sh*t ain't getting no tracks, take that sh*t down right now
b*tch I ain't trippin', Ion' gotta post a snippet, still get a 100k
Lil b*tch I been this, workout the trap like fitness, still shipping bags off
This ain't ya' house, n*gga this sh*t not sweet, pus*y we know that you soft
I just got mad, I just heard one of your songs, I had to turn that sh*t off
Quit n*gga, I'm with R-O-P, f*ck a A-L-O
Fed n*ggas, always riding di*k, if you know you know
Bands all on my jacket, and my damn coat
Shoot me in my head if I ever turn on A-L-O

"You might as well stick faking your death and plays. Stick to making pink pus*y, stick to making j*rk, stick to making weak ass sh*t. I might turn that sh*t on. I can't even f*ck on my main page but I'll f*ck on my archive, you can't do that sh*t. BUM ASS n*ggA."