Gomd Remix Lyrics

[Intro]
Gllt, gang

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
I don't do shows, I'm really like that
I got a pole, why the f*ck would I fight back?
Ya niggas on dick, go invest in a grip
If I send that shot, better hope I don't miss
Ryan is p*ssy, your mother a bitch
Your bitch on my dick and she suckin' my kiss
Chad in the back and he loadin' the clip
I don't want your feelin's, I just want the six
If he dissin' the gang, I'ma throw it like Manny
Josh can't fight, but he punch like Manny
Your bitch on my dick, why she [?] for?
Four deep in the V and I'm grippin that cannon
f*ck that, if [?] better duck that
Finger itchin, I'm feenin', clutch that bitch
Tata feenin' to up that .6, look
My bitch jackin' 4, but she throwin' the force of my dick in her throat
I cannot lack with this Glock on my hip
If he dissin' the gang, we gon' shoot through his coat
f*ck that, if [?] better duck that
Finger itchin, I'm feenin', clutch that bitch
I'm on the block with a Glock for them opps
Sav'o, feenin' to up that sitch
([?] feenin' to suck that blick, gang)
[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
Carter
I eat her, she callin' me baby
Keep a chopper like we in the Navy
Niggas p*ssy, it's f*ck a discussion
We pull up, he runnin', they turn into ladies
Keep it on me, don't talk to me crazy
Get revenge just by takin' your lady
Can't get they bread up 'cause niggas is lazy
Get they bread up 'cause niggas is lazy
It's a difference with dissin' and subbin'
These niggas ain't dumb, so they know where [?]
How you say you submission, but don't got a gun
We gon' hop out the V, we surprisin' 'em
And I'm all on they mind like a fitted
My niggas is with it and nothin' is stoppin' em
They like ''Jenn you be shittin' and you gotta chill
'cause you just turned eighteen, you a problem''

[Chorus: Jenn Carter]
He said Chad in the back and you loadin' the clip
Niggas is p*ssy, ya aren't on shit
Niggas just hate me 'cause I am a bitch
Takin' they bitch and I don't got a dick
How you callin' me broke, but your mother need help
And you flexin' this belt when she can't get a win
And I don't do the shows, I just worry 'bout bread
I just stay on my head and I don't politic
[Verse 3: Jenn Carter]
These niggas is [?] 'cause I'm f*ckin' they bitch
So, they talkin' 'bout me in they P4 party
How I can't give her kids and she still on my dick
And y'all under her pic', so like she is a barbie
If we sendin' shots, better duck that
Post a flick on the book and you niggas still rush that
If we see him, he gon' brake like a Kit Kat
Throwin' [?] on the neck, but not for the chit-chat
Every time that these niggas be flexin' they bread
I should say that it's comin' for memories
How you callin' me broke, but you wear the same Fleece
Every picture, how long 'til she get to me
Niggas claim that they hate me, but under my pic' I ain't dumb, I still know you my enemy
He said Chad in the back and you loadin' the clip
Niggas is p*ssy, ya aren't on shit
Niggas just hate me 'cause I am a bitch
Takin' they bitch and I don't got a dick
Niggas stay in my business, they all in my shit
'Bout a bitch, you was askin' to come to my crib
You bitches is p*ssy, stop tuckin' my [?]
She called you a bitch and start coppin' a plea
And they gettin' equipped, postin' knockies on snap
All like, don't f*ck around and they think they legit
[Verse 4: Mo Kartii]
They thought I was playin', f*ck that (f*ck that)
Yeah, get to that guap, rush that (Rush that)
Your bitch on my dick, suck that (Suck that)
With a Glock on my hip, clutch that (Baow, baow)
These niggas be gay, bun that (Bun that)
All day with a grip, tuck that (Rrah)
We send them shots, tuck that (Rrah)
Lil' bitch only ballin', clutch that (Baow, baow)
We enter in the spot we gon' bend with a box
Big bitch and I'm beatin' her box
But, f*ck at ya niggas man, f*ck all the opps (f*ck 'em)
Call up gang and they gettin' our drops
Stackin' the bread, we gon' get where our back is (Bread)
It's a opp in the spot, stop lackin'
Put in the box like a nigga is packin'
[?] Gang the shit that I'm jackin'
Mo Kartii so great, yeah I did it again (Kartii)
If you come me, then bring me your friends
We callin' him Ben 'cause we sendin' him ten (Baow)
Get a strap and I'm feelin' like Jenn
Hope that you listenin', go grab a pen
'Cause I told you I did it again
She said that she wife, but bitch it depends
Our relationship K to the end
I got a bag, breesha, big on the legs, treesha, like
We bringin' Terisha, Felicia, don't forget Keisha, like
If she wife then that bitch gotta go
If she lit then she drivin' the boat
Took three shots, yeah, I'm ready to blow (Ready to baow)
There's an audience, put on a show (Hol' on)
You get a check that just spendin' a hoe
f*ck that lil' bitch, you a joke
I got check and I'm always on go
Watch how I'ma spin with the bros
You get a check that just spendin' a hoe
f*ck that lil' bitch, you a joke
I got check and I'm always on go
Watch how I'ma spin with the bros
Said niggas [?] t-shirts
Call my blunt, he get put in a t-shirt
You a loser, sit in a bleacher
You all on my dick and they ask for a feature
I'm always on go, don't need ya
f*ckin' your mother that run up a VISA
I'm always on go, don't need ya
f*ckin' your mother that run up a VISA

[Chorus: Jenn Carter]
He said Chad in the back and you loadin' the clip
Niggas is p*ssy, ya aren't on shit
Niggas just hate me 'cause I am a bitch
Takin' they bitch and I don't got a dick
How you callin' me broke, but your mother need help
And you flexin' this belt when she can't get a win
And I don't do the shows, I just worry 'bout bread
I just stay on my head and I don't politic

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