Artist: MellowHype (Hodgy Beats & Left Brain)
Album:  Numbers
Song:   GNC
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Hodgy Beats]
Top Shelf...

I'm chillin literally, my neck is glittery
Niggaz got that screwface, lookin at my jewelry
Uhh  while I'm flexing chain sexin is unprotected
I hear that bitch moaning
Sounded like she's sound affected (yeah)
Niggaz 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 bitch, the first nigga she slept with
We rock shows without a set list, cross goes off our checklist
Whats the point of death when niggaz can exist in what is destined?
I took a shot, boom, boom, bam POP!
They all wanna' rock and claim that music hip-hop (brrrp)
But you're just imitation, deflation, you're in migration
Just, pucker lips and suck a dick, as I'm meditatin
Escapin from emancipation, doctors and faggot cops (eagh!)
Been a couple of months since I turned the block
I kill niggaz you can call me homicidal
I'm married to the game, nigga she's my bridal
Wife, and I will love her for life
All I know is me and MellowHype, brothers for life
And we don't give a shit about yo' problems muh'fuckers
Go whine about it in the corner or solve them muh'fuckers
We ain't fuckin with y'all (nigga!)
We ain't fuckin with y'all

Fuck everybody else, all Hodgy need is Left
Break it down on the stoop, rollin up on the stairs
Smokin up a lot of weed, chillin with Domo G
Buying gold for the feed, MellowHigh till I read
R.I.P on my grave, nigga still, gettin paid
Family got it made, haters still, talkin shit
But that ain't meanin much, bitch nigga meet 'em up
I shoot him with nina slugs, in his face and leave the club
Poppin rubber bands (what?) Poppin rubberbands (what?)
+Wolf Gang+ run the night nigga motherfuck your clan
Gettin money payin Uncle Sam
On the canvas cam, wait 'til I paint the sand
On the beach, on the atlas where your hands can't reach 
Pay for my hotel and she gon' suck my dick at least
Bought my car, only broke niggaz lease I got yo' bitch on a leash
And her perfume on my fleece, Shes sweet like Reese's

[repeat 4X]
Niggaz know we takin shots
Know we takin shots (what!)
Empty the clip, reload that bitch
Know we takin shots

[Outro]
I'm so faded, I'm so high, high as the sky, in this fuckin bitch
All these niggaz they talkin but they just run they mouth
Nigga make money nigga I'm up on them thousands
You niggaz always playin we ain't playin we ain't playin wit'chall niggaz
This ain't no playground so we ain't fuckin playin wit'chall niggaz
This money, and we ain't fuckin with these niggaz
We gone, we gone uhhh
MellowHype in this bitch feel me
Cookin up that spoon, ha ha
Pretty soon we gon' be servin y'all muh'fuckers feel me?
Y'all gon' be comin into the restaurant, orderin what you want
Yeah! Hodgy Beats, Left Brain
Odd Future, I'll shoot ya, bitch