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Gnc
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Gnc was released on October 9, 2012 by Odd Future as a part of the album Numbers
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AlbumNumbers
Release DateOctober 9, 2012
LabelOdd Future
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MellowHype
MellowHype
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vyron Turner
Vyron Turner
Composer, Lyrics
Gerard Long
Gerard Long
Lyrics, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hodgy
Hodgy
Executive Producer
Left Brain
Left Brain
Producer, Executive Producer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Engineer

Lyrics

Top Shelf
I'm chillin' literally
My neck is glittery
**** got that screw face
Lookin' at my jewelry
While I'm flexin'
Chain sexin' is unprotected
I hear that bitch moanin'
Soundin' like she sound affected
**** talkin' dissin'
When I know they all respected
Put they hoes and friends on my guest list
That was indirected
All you can do is accept it
Or I would intercept it
And throw it back to left bitch
The first **** she slept with
We rock shows without a setlist
Cross goes off our checklist
What's the point of deaths
When **** gun is instant what is destined
I took a shot
Boom boom bam pop
They all wanna rock
And claim their music hip hop
But you're just imitation
Deflation your immigration
Just pucker lips and suck a dick
As I'm meditating escaping from meds and patients
Doctors and faggot cops
Been a couple of months
Since I turned the block
I kill ****
You can call me homicidal
I'm married to the game
**** she's 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 motherfuckers
Go whine about it in the corner unsolved it motherfuckers
We ain't fuckin' wit y'all
We ain't fuckin' wit y'all
Fuck everybody else
All Hygieneat is left
Break it down on the stoop
Rollin' up on the stairs
Smokin' up a lot of weed
Chillin' with Donald G
Buying gold for the fees
MellowHigh till I read
RIP on my grave
**** still gettin' paid
Family got it made
Haters still talkin' shit
But that ain't meanin' much
Bitch **** mean em up
I shoot em with needle slugs
In his face and leave the club
Poppin' rubber bands
Poppin' rubber bands
Wolf Gang run the night
**** motherfuck your clan
Gettin' money payin' Uncle Sam
On a canvas can't wait till I paint the sand
On a beach on the atlas where your hands can't reach
Pay for my ho ticket she gon' suck my dick at least
Bought my car only broke **** lease
I got your bitch on a leash
And her perfume on my fleece
She sweet like Reese's
**** know we take shots
Know we take a shot
Empty the clip
Reload that bitch
Know we take a shot
**** know we take shots
Know we take a shot
Empty the clip
Reload that bitch
Know we take a shot
**** know we take shots
Know we take a shot
Empty the clip
Reload that bitch
Know we take a shot
**** know we take shots
Know we take a shot
Empty the clip
Reload that bitch
Know we take a shot
I'm so faded
I'm so high
I feel like I'm in the sky
Just fuckin' your bitch
All these **** they talkin'
But they just run they mouth
**** make money ****
I'm up on them thousands
Them **** know we playin'
We ain't playin'
We ain't playin' with y'all ****
This ain't no playground
So we ain't fuckin' playin' with y'all ****
It's money
Are we in for the game with these ****
We gone
We gone
Written by: Gerard Long, Vyron Turner
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