Lani Flaze, Moe Roy - No GMO Lyrics

(Told em keep this shit organic no GMO)
(Told em baby keep this shit organic no GMO)
(Told em baby keep this shit organic no GMO)
Told em baby keep this shit organic (Yeah)
Bitch ass
Bitch ass
I’m talking bout your bitch ass
Bitch ass
Ain’t fuckin’ with your bitch ass
Bitch ass
I’m talking bout your bitch ass
Bitch ass
Don’t come around with all that bitch ass shit (Yes)
I was in a jam and got them big bags quick (Yeah)
Like MC Hammer you can’t touch this
Catch that nigga with out a hammer
He ain’t want shit
Scared go to church we goin’ pray for the kid (Yes)
I was getting money fast like Rafael and shit (Yes)
I don’t want to hear that shit it don’t get me rich (Yes)
It’s not up in your spirit you illegitimate
Remember my pockets was lent
Now I lopsided sit
Money roll thick matching all the bitches I hit
I’m the pick of the litter but please don’t pick on the kid
The coolest nigga but I put you on a RIP pic
I heard that nigga was scary
Seen that nigga was scared
You a bitch if you ain’t doing all that shit that you said
You a pigeon out here waiting on a nigga with bread
I’m tired of it bitch ass (Yeah)
Bitch ass
Bitch ass
I’m talking bout your bitch ass
Bitch ass
Ain’t fuckin’ with your bitch ass
Bitch ass
I’m talking bout your bitch ass
Bitch ass
Don’t come around with all that bitch ass shit (Yes)
I was in a jam and got them big bags quick (Yeah)
Like MC Hammer you can’t touch this
Catch that nigga with out a hammer
He ain’t want shit
Pop a yellow bus and go to magic school
Pull up in a u-u and crash band the coop
Tasmanian devil she spent off the boot
He might got a dog but he ain't letting it loose
We letting it bark before they call it a truce
You’re top make a wig meet my Ruger
Everything big big Rasputia
Blow that yeah like a tuba
I had to detox had to alkalize because they said the dope wasn't pure
I had that stepped on but I kept going until I found me a cure
I had to stretch it like Zumba huh
Get high with stars Sailor Moon-a huh
Blurred lines Bruno Mars
Oh they mad we in tune with ours
I'm bout that green like a vegan
Only organic I'm eating
Oh they mad cause we ain't beefing
I gotta lil doggy I'm treating
I tell em just sick em we even
Choppa make em have whiplash
How you niggas switching like a bitch ass
Bitch ass
Bitch ass
I’m talking bout your bitch ass
Bitch ass
Ain’t fuckin’ with your bitch ass
Bitch ass
I’m talking bout your bitch ass
Bitch ass
Don’t come around with all that bitch ass shit (Yes)
I was in a jam and got them big bags quick (Yeah)
Like MC Hammer you can’t touch this
Catch that nigga with out a hammer
He ain’t want shit

(Told em keep this shit organic no GMO)
(Told em baby keep this shit organic no GMO)
(Told em baby keep this shit organic no GMO)
Told em baby keep this shit organic (Yeah)
Bitch ass
Bitch ass
I’m talking bout your bitch ass
Bitch ass
Ain’t fuckin’ with your bitch ass
Bitch ass
I’m talking bout your bitch ass
Bitch ass
Don’t come around with all that bitch ass shit (Yes)
I was in a jam and got them big bags quick (Yeah)
Like MC Hammer you can’t touch this
Catch that nigga with out a hammer
He ain’t want shit
Scared go to church we goin’ pray for the kid (Yes)
I was getting money fast like Rafael and shit (Yes)
I don’t want to hear that shit it don’t get me rich (Yes)
It’s not up in your spirit you illegitimate
Remember my pockets was lent
Now I lopsided sit
Money roll thick matching all the bitches I hit
I’m the pick of the litter but please don’t pick on the kid
The coolest nigga but I put you on a RIP pic
I heard that nigga was scary
Seen that nigga was scared
You a bitch if you ain’t doing all that shit that you said
You a pigeon out here waiting on a nigga with bread
I’m tired of it bitch ass (Yeah)
Bitch ass
Bitch ass
I’m talking bout your bitch ass
Bitch ass
Ain’t fuckin’ with your bitch ass
Bitch ass
I’m talking bout your bitch ass
Bitch ass
Don’t come around with all that bitch ass shit (Yes)
I was in a jam and got them big bags quick (Yeah)
Like MC Hammer you can’t touch this
Catch that nigga with out a hammer
He ain’t want shit
Pop a yellow bus and go to magic school
Pull up in a u-u and crash band the coop
Tasmanian devil she spent off the boot
He might got a dog but he ain't letting it loose
We letting it bark before they call it a truce
You’re top make a wig meet my Ruger
Everything big big Rasputia
Blow that yeah like a tuba
I had to detox had to alkalize because they said the dope wasn't pure
I had that stepped on but I kept going until I found me a cure
I had to stretch it like Zumba huh
Get high with stars Sailor Moon-a huh
Blurred lines Bruno Mars
Oh they mad we in tune with ours
I'm bout that green like a vegan
Only organic I'm eating
Oh they mad cause we ain't beefing
I gotta lil doggy I'm treating
I tell em just sick em we even
Choppa make em have whiplash
How you niggas switching like a bitch ass
Bitch ass
Bitch ass
I’m talking bout your bitch ass
Bitch ass
Ain’t fuckin’ with your bitch ass
Bitch ass
I’m talking bout your bitch ass
Bitch ass
Don’t come around with all that bitch ass shit (Yes)
I was in a jam and got them big bags quick (Yeah)
Like MC Hammer you can’t touch this
Catch that nigga with out a hammer
He ain’t want shit