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PERFORMING ARTISTS
MALLORY
MALLORY
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kese Ubi
Kese Ubi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trop
Trop
Producer

Lyrics

I can't ever change, I stick to the code
The labels wanting me to sign, I cannot sell my soul
They put some numbers on bro head, I told him, "Go ghost"
But if you try us, know we'll pop out with that damn pole
Bet' not catch a stray
Tryna fuck up your whole day
You not GC, stay away
Know we'll never go and play
Get the fuck up out my face
Send you to the Heaven gates
You talk dirt on GC name, boy you know that's a mistake
Huh, I can never go out bad
They all gon' be on my ass
**** fake, go watch your back
Counting up this money stack
Two twin glocks like Cody, Zack
Know I shoot like Kobe, Shaq
Know I cannot ever lack
We just smoked a whole new pack
Pack
Pack, pack
Pack, pack
Pack, pack
Huh, yeah, I just had to go recharge
Brothers said I'll make it far
They done stabbed me, I've been scarred
Wishing on a whole new star
Bro just took a xan bar, on the highway swerve the car
Bro just copped some damn gars, smoke gas we fly up to Mars
Huh, and we about to hit the ceiling
Tell me girl, what is you feeling?
Brand new day, GC we ain't come to play
Switching sides, you better stay
When we slide, you better pray
I can't ever change, I stick to the code
The labels wanting me to sign, I cannot sell my soul
They put some numbers on bro head, I told him, "Go ghost"
But if you try us, know we'll pop out with that damn pole
Bet' not catch a stray
Tryna fuck up your whole day
You not GC, stay away
Know we'll never go and play
Get the fuck up out my face
Send you to the Heaven gates
You talk dirt on GC name, boy you know that's a mistake
Written by: Kese Ubi
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