No Chorus Pt. 12

Them n**gas get the f**k down

Right motherf**kin' now

Told 'em get the f**k down

Right motherf**kin' now

Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size (My size)

I get the a*s like a car ride, yeah (Skrr)

She taller than me and got nice thighs (Woo, woo, woo)

I bend her over to my size (Yeah)

My d**g dealer said that the price rised (Nah)

Now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy (Yeah)

I set that boy up about four times

(Tay Keith, f**k these n**gas up!)

I hit the man with the close line (Aight let's go)

Yeah, hold on, yeah, no chorus 12

Twelve, twelve, twelve, f**k 12, nigga

Man the b**ch ran up came in my house took all my sh*t

Motherf**ka but guess what now, b**ch

F**k 'em b**ch, hmmm (Yeah, ayy)

F**k 12, all my n**gas just duck 12

Twelve gauge make a n**ga taste buck shells (Facts)

Three times four, n**ga that's twelve (Twelve)

I can't trust these n**gas they singing like Maxwell (Oh)

Back in them days I had me a Nextel

F**ked on your b**ch and the neck well (Well)

When you get the green without a yard sale

They sayin' you move weight like, that's deep

(That's on my momma)

Smokin' on gas OG (Gas)

Three for the ten, buyin' a*s n**ga you too cheap (Cheap)

They said they didn't want me in Memphis in May

Well I'm in this b**ch I got Drac' in the Jeep (Facts)

No cap I got Drac' in the Jeep (Drac')

He like to ride under my seat

I got a b**ch named Keyanna, she work at,

She go get my money for me (Ayy)

I heard the opps talkin' everyday,

But it feels like these n**gas runnin from me

Yesterday, yeah I spent 'bout two hunnid K

N**ga like it was nothin' to me (Yeah)

I count that money to sleep (Yeah)

Let's load up them Glocks and have fun for a week (Yeah, yeah)

That bitch got a*s (Woo)

I don't know I'm a Crip, so you know I'm a C (Crip)

Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size (Skrr, skrr)

I get the a*s like a car ride (Yeah)

She taller than me and got nice thighs (Uh)

I bend her over to my size (Yeah, that's on my momma)

My d**g dealer said that the price rised

Now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy (Yeah)

I set that boy up about four times (Uh)

I hit the man with the close line (Line, line)

All this Louis, Burberry and Gucci

Lil' n**ga yo clothes lyin' (Lyin', lyin')

I hit your b**ch from the back

And I smack on her booty now that means yo h*e mine (That's mine)

He got a fresh fade from put a hole

In his head he got no line (Woah)

He got a scholarship from St. France,

Add another one now he got no mind (Fool)

Don't shake hands with the opps

B**ch we ain't with the partnerships

Nine to his head ship (Yeah)

I'm on a yatch with a n**ga named André

You could say this ship (Facts)

I need a b**ch that look some like Beyoncé

But she gotta have Rihanna hips (Skrr)

I'm 'bout that action, no verb I say just one word

And you'll see a hunnid crips (Ooh woo)

I'm a blue Benjamin and you a Jefferson (A Jefferson)

I got so many b**ch, can run a marathon (A marathon)

Quit all that Instagram cappin',

You don't really carry guns (You lackin')

And that lil' hoe that you lovin',

That's the b**ch we sharin' on (N**ga)

Late night creep (Creep)

I been searchin' for 'em for a week (Yeah, yeah)

I found his ID (ID)

I'ma kill that n**ga where he sleep (Yeah, yeah)

This a IG (Woah)

Bi**ch I be thuggin' hard in the streets (The streets)

I saw a young n**ga loose his heart in the street

The n**ga shot your n**ga in the car that was me

That was me, that was me

Search for 'bout five days (Five days)

Shoot with two hands not sideways (Raah)

You on that gun play

Doo-doo, doo-doo, what that gun say

Leave a man dead in his driveway (Uh)

Mean muggin', the shit that I play (I play)

Up on him first that's what I say (I say)

Can't let today be my die day (Die day)

Hop off the porch with that Glock like it's Friday (Friday)

Nah I ain't Craig

I'm walkin' around this bih like I'm Deebo (Deebo)

I'ma put the gun to his head make him get low (Get low)

They gas a n**ga up at the go

A n**ga got the up 'cause the truck that we got is a rental (Skrr)

.30 on me, hangin' out long like a limo

F**k your baby daddy and his weak a*s demo (F**k him)

Call up the plug and tell him to send mo'

(I need that sh*t now n**ga)

Crips on the left side (Yeah)

Bloods on the right side (Yeah)

These n**gas h*es they play in the middle

But we know them b**ches ain't gon ride (Facts)

I got a b**ch she straight out the West

But I'm 'bout to show her the Eastside (Eastside, b**ch)

Gang unit calling askin' these questions

But I can not show y'all my C side (No talkin')

I plead the fifth but I'm three quiet (Yeah)

F**k wrong with these guys (Yeah)

I keep the strap in my car when I go to court,

Police see me I throw peace sign (Peace)

A lot of opps n**gas sayin' they gon' get rich,

Well lil' b**ch just keep tryin' (Tryin')

Why the opps n**gas be up on bitch shit?

I don't know that's why them b**ches keep dyin', on Crip

Them n**gas get the f**k down

Right motherf**kin' now

Told 'em get the f**k down

Right motherf**kin' now

Hahah

You know what I'm sayin'

That's why them b**ches keep dyin'