GNC lyrics

by

Earl Sweatshirt


[Intro]
Top Shelf

(coughing)

(sh*t)

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
I'm chilling, literally
My neck is glittery
n*ggas got that screw face looking at my jewelry (ugh)
While I'm flexing chain sexing is unprotected
I hear that b*tch moaning
Sounded like she's sound affected (yeah)
n*ggas 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 b*tch, the first n*gga she slept with
We rock shows without a set list, cross goes off our check list
Whats the point of death when n*ggas 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 di*k, 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 n*ggas you can call me homicidal, I'm married to the game
n*gga 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 sh*t about your problems mutha' f*ckas' (f*ck yall' n*ggas)
Go whine about it in corner or solve them mutha' f*ckas'
We ain't f*ckin' with yall' (n*gga!)
We ain't f*ckin' with yall'

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
f*ck 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
R.I.P on my grave, n*gga still gettin' paid
Family got it made, haters still talkin' sh*t
But that ain't meanin' much, b*tch n*gga 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 n*gga mutha' f*ck 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 di*k at least (Yeea!)
Bought my car, only broke n*ggas lease, I got your b*tch on a leash
And her perfume on my fleece, Shes sweet like reecees

[X2]
You know we takin' shots (what?!)
Know we takin' shots (what?!)
Empty the clip, reload that b*tch(Brrrrrroooop)
Know we takin' shots, n*ggas know we takin' shots
Know we takin' shots (what?!)
Empty the clip, reload that b*tch
Know we takin' shots
(We ain't f*ckin' with yall')
(We ain't f*ckin' with yall')
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