Fuck 12
Hell yea fuck 12
Man them niggas some opps (They Pussy)
Nigga run up on the gang
We gone let off some shots (Fa)
I ain't chasing these bitches
Boy I'm chasing this guap (Them Benjis)
Nigga trapping
Making plays
Boy I'm straight off the block
Everybody know I keep that .22 in my sock (That Fire)
Everybody better duck when I swing through the block
Hell yea
He better duck when I swing through the block
Anybody outside getting hit with the glock (Fa)
I tote a dirty K
Strapped up on both my waist (For-real)
I ain't really into games (Nah)
Run up you better pray
So stay up out my lane
You niggas in my lane
Gone end up in the grave (West)
You better run Usain
My niggas aim and spray (For-real)
And I ain't lying nigga (Hell Nah)
My niggas locked and loaded
We bust that iron nigga (Yea)
I ain't no pussy hoe
2 Shots you dying nigga (Yea)
My boy gone let it blow
You feel that fire nigga (Huh)
Boy don't you play with us
We pull them DV's
And if you play with us
We gone be up on the TV (The News)
That boy think it's a joke
No John Cena you gone see me
And everybody know
I'm black hearted
Don't got no feelings (I'm cold)
So if a nigga bust with the strap
It ain't no squealing (Hell Nah)
But if you think you hard
My niggas get to peeling (Fa Fa)
Yea it's a murder scene
Dee he done shot the glizzy (Thrrah)
But if we left a witness
Just know my name ain't Izzy
Hell yea fuck 12
Man them niggas some opps (They Pussy)
Nigga run up on the gang
We gone let off some shots (Fa)
I ain't chasing these bitches
Boy I'm chasing this guap (Them Benjis)
Nigga trapping
Making plays
Boy I'm straight off the block
Everybody know I keep that .22 in my sock (That Fire)
Everybody better duck when I swing through the block
Hell yea
He better duck when I swing through the block
Anybody outside getting hit with the glock (Fa)
These niggas telling (Hoes)
These niggas fishy (Bitch)
I can smell it
I'm on the Nawff
I hang with some convicted felons (Land)
I'm from a place
Where we hit licks
And we shoot weapons (Rolling Hills)
Li Boe on go
I swear to God
That that boy stepping (That Cuz)
We in a steamer
Fuck 12
Hoe we don't wreck
Babe keep your body
Just hit your knees
And give me neck (Ugh)
I'm from the Nawff
I'm screaming gang
And fuck the rest (Fuck Them)
I keep a glock
I clutch the K
And stash the TEC (Fa Fa)
I never had shit
These niggas never gave me nothing (Never)
Won't catch me lacking
I keep a strap
I keep a gun
Got a niece on the way
Got to live to see what she become (On God)
I'm going to stand on 10
And that baby ain't gone what for nothing (Nothing)
These niggas hate
These niggas stay off in they feelings (Straight Bitches)
These niggas snakes
So me I just don't want no dealings (I Don')
I got to make it
This rap shit is what I'm depending (Cash)
And I ain't gone stop
Until I get a fucking Milly
Hell yea fuck 12
Man them niggas some opps (They Pussy)
Nigga run up on the gang
We gone let off some shots (Fa)
I ain't chasing these bitches
Boy I'm chasing this guap (Them Benjis)
Nigga trapping
Making plays
Boy I'm straight off the block
Everybody know I keep that .22 in my sock (That Fire)
Everybody better duck when I swing through the block
Hell yea
He better duck when I swing through the block
Anybody outside getting hit with the glock (Fa)
Man them niggas some opps (They Pussy)
Nigga run up on the gang
We gone let off some shots (Fa)
I ain't chasing these bitches
Boy I'm chasing this guap (Them Benjis)
Nigga trapping
Making plays
Boy I'm straight off the block
Everybody know I keep that .22 in my sock (That Fire)
Everybody better duck when I swing through the block
Hell yea
He better duck when I swing through the block
Anybody outside getting hit with the glock (Fa)
I tote a dirty K
Strapped up on both my waist (For-real)
I ain't really into games (Nah)
Run up you better pray
So stay up out my lane
You niggas in my lane
Gone end up in the grave (West)
You better run Usain
My niggas aim and spray (For-real)
And I ain't lying nigga (Hell Nah)
My niggas locked and loaded
We bust that iron nigga (Yea)
I ain't no pussy hoe
2 Shots you dying nigga (Yea)
My boy gone let it blow
You feel that fire nigga (Huh)
Boy don't you play with us
We pull them DV's
And if you play with us
We gone be up on the TV (The News)
That boy think it's a joke
No John Cena you gone see me
And everybody know
I'm black hearted
Don't got no feelings (I'm cold)
So if a nigga bust with the strap
It ain't no squealing (Hell Nah)
But if you think you hard
My niggas get to peeling (Fa Fa)
Yea it's a murder scene
Dee he done shot the glizzy (Thrrah)
But if we left a witness
Just know my name ain't Izzy
Hell yea fuck 12
Man them niggas some opps (They Pussy)
Nigga run up on the gang
We gone let off some shots (Fa)
I ain't chasing these bitches
Boy I'm chasing this guap (Them Benjis)
Nigga trapping
Making plays
Boy I'm straight off the block
Everybody know I keep that .22 in my sock (That Fire)
Everybody better duck when I swing through the block
Hell yea
He better duck when I swing through the block
Anybody outside getting hit with the glock (Fa)
These niggas telling (Hoes)
These niggas fishy (Bitch)
I can smell it
I'm on the Nawff
I hang with some convicted felons (Land)
I'm from a place
Where we hit licks
And we shoot weapons (Rolling Hills)
Li Boe on go
I swear to God
That that boy stepping (That Cuz)
We in a steamer
Fuck 12
Hoe we don't wreck
Babe keep your body
Just hit your knees
And give me neck (Ugh)
I'm from the Nawff
I'm screaming gang
And fuck the rest (Fuck Them)
I keep a glock
I clutch the K
And stash the TEC (Fa Fa)
I never had shit
These niggas never gave me nothing (Never)
Won't catch me lacking
I keep a strap
I keep a gun
Got a niece on the way
Got to live to see what she become (On God)
I'm going to stand on 10
And that baby ain't gone what for nothing (Nothing)
These niggas hate
These niggas stay off in they feelings (Straight Bitches)
These niggas snakes
So me I just don't want no dealings (I Don')
I got to make it
This rap shit is what I'm depending (Cash)
And I ain't gone stop
Until I get a fucking Milly
Hell yea fuck 12
Man them niggas some opps (They Pussy)
Nigga run up on the gang
We gone let off some shots (Fa)
I ain't chasing these bitches
Boy I'm chasing this guap (Them Benjis)
Nigga trapping
Making plays
Boy I'm straight off the block
Everybody know I keep that .22 in my sock (That Fire)
Everybody better duck when I swing through the block
Hell yea
He better duck when I swing through the block
Anybody outside getting hit with the glock (Fa)
Credits
Writer(s): Israel Corbett
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