MellowHype - GNC lyrics
[MellowHype - GNC lyrics]
Top Shelf
(coughing)
(shit)
I'm chilling, literally my neck is glittery
Niggas got that screw face
Looking at my jewelry (ugh)
While I'm flexing chain sexing is unprotected
I hear that bitch moaning
Sounded like she's sound affected (yeah)
Niggas talkin' diss and when I
Know they are respected
Put they hoes and friends on my guest list
That wasn't directed, all you can
Do is accept it, or I will intercept it
And throw it back to Left bitch
The first nigga she slept with
We rock shows without a set list
Cross goes off our check list
Whats the point of death when niggas
Can exist in whats destined?
I took a shot, boom, boom, bam (POP)
They all wanna' rock and
Claim that music Hip-Hop (Brrroooop)
But, you're just imitation, deflation
You're in migration
Just, pucker lips and suck a dick
As I'm meditating
Escaping from emancipation
Doctors and faggot cops (Eaagh)
Been a couple of months since
I turned the block (Eeerrmm)
I kill niggas you can call me homicidal
I'm married to the game
Nigga shes my bridal
Wife and I will love her for life
Well all I know is me and MellowHype
Brothers for life and we don't give a shit
About your problems mutha' fuckas'
(fuck yall' niggas)
Go whine about it in corner
Or solve them mutha' fuckas'
We ain't fuckin' with yall' (nigga)
We ain't fuckin' with yall'
Fuck everybody else, all Hodgy need is Left
Break it down on the stoop
Rollin' up on the stairs
Smokin' up a lotta' weed
Chillin' with Domo G
Buying gold for the fiends
MellowHigh till I read
RIP on my grave, nigga still gettin' paid
Family got it made, haters still talkin' shit
But that ain't meanin' much
Bitch nigga meet em' up
I shoot 'em with nina slugs in
His face and leave the club
Poppin' rubberbands (what!?)
Poppin' rubberbands (what!?)
Wolf Gang run tonight nigga
Mutha' fuck your clan
Gettin' money payin' Uncle Sam
On the canvas cam, wait till I paint the sand
(Yeea) on the beach
On the atlas where ya' hands can't reach
(Yeea) pay for my hotel ticket
She gon' suck my dick at least (Yeea)
Bought my car, only broke niggas lease
I got your bitch on a leash
And her perfume on my fleece
Shes sweet like reecees
You know we takin' shots (what?)
Know we takin' shots (what?)
Empty the clip, reload that bitch
(brrrroooop) know we takin' shots
Niggas know we takin' shots
Know we takin' shots (what?)
Empty the clip, reload that bitch
Know we takin' shots
(We ain't fuckin' with yall')
(We ain't fuckin' with yall')
(coughing)
(shit)
I'm chilling, literally my neck is glittery
Niggas got that screw face
Looking at my jewelry (ugh)
While I'm flexing chain sexing is unprotected
I hear that bitch moaning
Sounded like she's sound affected (yeah)
Niggas talkin' diss and when I
Know they are respected
Put they hoes and friends on my guest list
That wasn't directed, all you can
Do is accept it, or I will intercept it
And throw it back to Left bitch
The first nigga she slept with
We rock shows without a set list
Cross goes off our check list
Whats the point of death when niggas
Can exist in whats destined?
I took a shot, boom, boom, bam (POP)
They all wanna' rock and
Claim that music Hip-Hop (Brrroooop)
But, you're just imitation, deflation
You're in migration
Just, pucker lips and suck a dick
As I'm meditating
Escaping from emancipation
Doctors and faggot cops (Eaagh)
Been a couple of months since
I turned the block (Eeerrmm)
I kill niggas you can call me homicidal
I'm married to the game
Nigga shes my bridal
Wife and I will love her for life
Well all I know is me and MellowHype
Brothers for life and we don't give a shit
About your problems mutha' fuckas'
(fuck yall' niggas)
Go whine about it in corner
Or solve them mutha' fuckas'
We ain't fuckin' with yall' (nigga)
We ain't fuckin' with yall'
Fuck everybody else, all Hodgy need is Left
Break it down on the stoop
Rollin' up on the stairs
Smokin' up a lotta' weed
Chillin' with Domo G
Buying gold for the fiends
MellowHigh till I read
RIP on my grave, nigga still gettin' paid
Family got it made, haters still talkin' shit
But that ain't meanin' much
Bitch nigga meet em' up
I shoot 'em with nina slugs in
His face and leave the club
Poppin' rubberbands (what!?)
Poppin' rubberbands (what!?)
Wolf Gang run tonight nigga
Mutha' fuck your clan
Gettin' money payin' Uncle Sam
On the canvas cam, wait till I paint the sand
(Yeea) on the beach
On the atlas where ya' hands can't reach
(Yeea) pay for my hotel ticket
She gon' suck my dick at least (Yeea)
Bought my car, only broke niggas lease
I got your bitch on a leash
And her perfume on my fleece
Shes sweet like reecees
You know we takin' shots (what?)
Know we takin' shots (what?)
Empty the clip, reload that bitch
(brrrroooop) know we takin' shots
Niggas know we takin' shots
Know we takin' shots (what?)
Empty the clip, reload that bitch
Know we takin' shots
(We ain't fuckin' with yall')
(We ain't fuckin' with yall')