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 n*ggas on di*k, go invest in a grip
If I send that shot, better hope I don't miss
Ryan is pus*y, your mother a b*tch
Your b*tch on my di*k and she suckin' my kids
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 b*tch on my di*k, why she hatin' our friends for?
Four deep in the V and I'm grippin' that cannon
f*ck that, if I send a shot, better duck that
Finger itchin', I'm feenin', clutch that b*tch
TaTa feenin' to up that .6, look
My b*tch jackin' 4, but she throwin' the force of my di*k 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 I send a shot, better duck that
Finger itchin', I'm feenin', clutch that b*tch
I'm on the block with a Glock for them opps
Sav'O feenin' to up that sitch
(Kayla feenin' to suck that di*k, gang)
[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
Carter
I ain't Edot, she callin' me baby
Keep a chopper like we in the Navy
n*ggas pus*y, 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 n*ggas is lazy
Get they bread up 'cause n*ggas is lazy
It's a difference with dissin' and subbin'
These n*ggas 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 n*ggas is with it and nothin' is stoppin' em
They like, ''Jenn you be sh*ttin' 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
n*ggas is pus*y, ya aren't on sh*t
n*ggas just hate me 'cause I am a b*tch
Takin' they b*tch and I don't got a di*k
How you callin' me broke, but your mother need help?
And you flexin' this bread 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 n*ggas is drid 'cause I'm f*ckin' they b*tch
So, they talkin' 'bout me in they P4 party
How I can't give her kids and she still on my di*k?
And y'all under her pics, so like she is a Barbie
If we sendin' shots, better duck that
Post a flick on the 'Book and you n*ggas still rush that
If we see him, he gon' brake like a Kit Kat
Throwin' subs on the net, but I'm not for the chit-chat
Every time that these n*ggas be flexin' they bread
They 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
n*ggas 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
n*ggas is pus*y, ya aren't on sh*t
n*ggas just hate me 'cause I am a b*tch
Takin' they b*tch and I don't got a di*k
n*ggas stay in my business, they all in my sh*t
'Bout a b*tch, who was askin' to come to my crib
You b*tches is pus*y, stop duckin' my [?]
She called you a b*tch 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 b*tch on my di*k, suck that (Suck that)
With a Glock on my hip, clutch that (Baow, baow)
These n*ggas be gay, bun that (Bun that)
All day with a grip, tuck that (Rrah)
We send them shots, chuck that (Rrah)
Lil' b*tch. only ballin', clutch that (Baow, baow)
Your b*tch in the spot, we gon' bend with a box
Big b*tch and I'm beatin' her box
But, f*ck at ya n*ggas man, f*ck all the opps (f*ck 'em)
Call up gang and they gettin' our drops
Stackin' the bread, we gon' get all the backends (Bread)
It's a opp in the spot, stop lackin'
Put in the box like a n*gga is packin'
Free the gang the sh*t 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 wifey, but b*tch it depends
Our relationship came to the end
I got a bag, breesha, big on the legs, treesha, like
We bringin' Thersea, Felicia, don't forget Keisha, like
If she whack then that b*tch gotta go
If she lit then she drivin' the boat
Two-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 you spend on a hoe
f*ck that lil' b*tch, you a joke
I got a check and I'm always on go
Watch how I'ma spin with the bros
I said you get a check that you spend on a hoe
f*ck that lil' b*tch, you a joke
I get a check and I'm always on go
Watch how I'ma spin with the bros
Since n*ggas tuggin' my t-shirts
Come to my block, he get put in a t-shirt
You a loser, sit in a bleacher
You all on my di*k and they ask for a feature
I'm always on go, don't need ya
f*ckin' your mother then run up her VISA
I'm always on go, don't need ya
f*ckin' your mother then run up her VISA (Gang)

[Chorus: Jenn Carter]
He said Chad in the back and you loadin' the clip
n*ggas is pus*y, ya aren't on sh*t
n*ggas just hate me 'cause I am a b*tch
Takin' they b*tch and I don't got a di*k
How you callin' me broke, but your mother need help?
And you flexin' this bread 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