Lyrics:
yeah them badges make the 12 too
Catch him at the shell oou amazing what the shells do
He pumping up gas so we rolled him up
You tapped in the head if
tho[00:23.23]I like bein by myself too much know you hear the dial tone[00:26.67]It's not on purpose I Feel furthest from the milestone[00:30.06]I'm gonna work so
surrounded by them villains
Only couple hours I already a million
Switch it up on 12 got to play a chameleon
Real boss niggas know how to play civilians
Run
the weed or my baby gone Be fussing
Try to touch our money it's gone be Some repercussions
We got a lotta 12s and them bullets Come in dozens
Flying down
the non-believers"
Bounce, it's the new 12 play
Bounce though the pussy like L-way
Bounce, I wanna see your tail shake
Bounce when you hear are Kelly say
the East Side all grown up
Places I played in nigga all sewn up
I'm chasin' that dream 'till I'm at the Garden
On a thousand foot screen in red monkey
tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight and that's what's up
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
Livin' fast it's dipset Christmas time
Look
Feel like a marine cause I keep sticks near me
Bullets coming to a neighborhood near you
Burn off on niggas they still in my rear view
V12 engine so
them niggas later
So they can feel how Im feeling now
Ima box a nigga
With 12 rounds
Nigga caught 10
Work for 12 now
Red nose
From the red beam
Im like
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang
and a red-state treasure
Love junkie on a three day bender
His grip, so hard, eyes glare get off hat
Trouble like a mug shot
Charged up, 'cause the man's
Was stuck on red feared the feedback
I was out of ma mind time was passing by
Things changed I'm on the Go cuz today I got time
I got time
I got time
I
the morning in Caracas
If when 5 miles from the office
He telephoned his boss
To apologize for being late
But was told by his boss see
To pick up a package
L-0 told me give it you so you finna get it man
Gucci pulled up in a Aston
Parking lot, Club Crucial, my rims doin' the pool palace
Ice stampede
I'm
Rollin with my squadron to the crib is where we finna slide
Beat us or just meet us when we pull up then it's in the sky
12s In the back back
daily just to get us some bucks
Running from 12 till the fucking sun up, Loving my mother like there be no other
Stuck in the mud I been trying to come up
found my strap in my room while she cussin'
Neighbor was a traphouse cuz' I had it pumpin'
Plottin' on the mansion, views by the sunset
Cookin' up my
vibes[00:27.21]Am dripping[00:28.71]So we go burst up your speakers[00:30.62]Oh yeah[00:32.60]This niggas want down with me[00:34.71]Cuz you got the couple
stop flowing
I can't stop going
12 Already know it
Ima blast through a red yeah I fucking floor it
Don't even ask for a feature cause yo shit's boring
Red laces big booted like I’m Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by
My cannibal from Sac Town
So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down
Blackout
heart into a rock
My shit like cement
Gave da bitch my bitch semen
Now she happy she ain bleeding
Pulled up at the red light
Wit dem red lights niggas
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
in, I prepared half a potion.
Now you must do the other half.
You must get seven part-silver curses made special out of bullet bits
By some Pollock
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