12
Yeah
My young niggas serving
You lil' niggas working
Yeah, ha, no cap (D. Hill)
Young Vito (D. Hill)
Yeah, tell me why bitches be fucking for purses
That lil' nigga 12, they know he be working
My partner got M's, he got it from serving
We came from the block, looking out for Suburbans
Upping that Glock then you know it's a murder
You ain't aim for the top, nigga, what was the purpose?
Shit get real when they pull out the sheet
Another opp pack got hit with the heat
Another foreign car, can't start with a key
Young nigga shit, love the gamble every week
Young nigga shit, Alexander McQueen
Pop big shit so I'm fucking the tеam
I ain't giving her shit, but I sell her a drеam
Say that she love me, won't tell her a thing
My lil' partner throwed, he gone off that molly
Start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody
Never around when shit get violent
Mane, niggas wanna talk about it
Same nigga if I'm broke or rich
Before that Rollie even touched my wrist
I would've shot Rico if I was Meek
My young niggas slide, swear they don't miss
Thirty in the bag, young nigga still trapping
He came from the country, you know that we test
The neighbors complaining, keep fussing my traffic
Two-hundred bands wrapped in the plastic
Hundred thousand still under the mattress
Ain't shit changed just 'cause we rapping
Y'all ain't no killers, stop all that capping
Exotic the blunts, designer the fabric
My niggas some shooters just like the Mavericks
She ask for a bag, I bust out the laughing (Ha, dumb bitch)
That lil' nigga 12, they know he be working
My partner got M's, he got it from serving
We came from the block, looking out for Suburbans
Upping that Glock then you know it's a murder
You ain't aim for the top, nigga, what was the purpose?
Shit get real when they pull out the sheet
Another opp pack got hit with the heat
Another foreign car, can't start with a key
Young nigga shit, love the gamble every week
Young nigga shit, Alexander McQueen
Pop big shit so I'm fucking the team
I ain't giving her shit, but I sell her a dream
Say that she love me, won't tell her a thing
My lil' partner throwed, he gone off that molly
Start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody (Yeah, yeah)
Young nigga shit, love the gamble every week
Young nigga shit, love to get high speed
Young nigga shit, love to fuck on a freak
I hit from the back, pull it out and I skeet
Have to chase dream, yeah, just like me
Fuck on her once and never'll speak
My lil' partner rich, he got it from P
We riding Trackhawks, they came with no key
Shit go wrong when you try to compete
Shit feel better when everybody eat
Lil' junior stay stiff, only talking to me
He ready to slide, keep choppers in Jeeps
Whole gang flex, everybody on freeze
Everybody slide, nobody don't freeze
These pussy niggas really working
My young niggas really serving, yeah
That lil' nigga 12, they know he be working
My partner got M's, he got it from serving
We came from the block, looking out for Suburbans
Upping that Glock then you know it's a murder
You ain't aim for the top, nigga, what was the purpose?
Shit get real when they pull out the sheet
Another opp pack got hit with the heat
Another foreign car, can't start with a key
Young nigga shit, love the gamble every week
Young nigga shit, Alexander McQueen
Pop big shit so I'm fucking the team
I ain't giving her shit, but I sell her a dream
Say that she love me, won't tell her a thing
My lil' partner throwed, he gone off that molly
Start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody
My young niggas serving
You lil' niggas working
Yeah, ha, no cap (D. Hill)
Young Vito (D. Hill)
Yeah, tell me why bitches be fucking for purses
That lil' nigga 12, they know he be working
My partner got M's, he got it from serving
We came from the block, looking out for Suburbans
Upping that Glock then you know it's a murder
You ain't aim for the top, nigga, what was the purpose?
Shit get real when they pull out the sheet
Another opp pack got hit with the heat
Another foreign car, can't start with a key
Young nigga shit, love the gamble every week
Young nigga shit, Alexander McQueen
Pop big shit so I'm fucking the tеam
I ain't giving her shit, but I sell her a drеam
Say that she love me, won't tell her a thing
My lil' partner throwed, he gone off that molly
Start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody
Never around when shit get violent
Mane, niggas wanna talk about it
Same nigga if I'm broke or rich
Before that Rollie even touched my wrist
I would've shot Rico if I was Meek
My young niggas slide, swear they don't miss
Thirty in the bag, young nigga still trapping
He came from the country, you know that we test
The neighbors complaining, keep fussing my traffic
Two-hundred bands wrapped in the plastic
Hundred thousand still under the mattress
Ain't shit changed just 'cause we rapping
Y'all ain't no killers, stop all that capping
Exotic the blunts, designer the fabric
My niggas some shooters just like the Mavericks
She ask for a bag, I bust out the laughing (Ha, dumb bitch)
That lil' nigga 12, they know he be working
My partner got M's, he got it from serving
We came from the block, looking out for Suburbans
Upping that Glock then you know it's a murder
You ain't aim for the top, nigga, what was the purpose?
Shit get real when they pull out the sheet
Another opp pack got hit with the heat
Another foreign car, can't start with a key
Young nigga shit, love the gamble every week
Young nigga shit, Alexander McQueen
Pop big shit so I'm fucking the team
I ain't giving her shit, but I sell her a dream
Say that she love me, won't tell her a thing
My lil' partner throwed, he gone off that molly
Start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody (Yeah, yeah)
Young nigga shit, love the gamble every week
Young nigga shit, love to get high speed
Young nigga shit, love to fuck on a freak
I hit from the back, pull it out and I skeet
Have to chase dream, yeah, just like me
Fuck on her once and never'll speak
My lil' partner rich, he got it from P
We riding Trackhawks, they came with no key
Shit go wrong when you try to compete
Shit feel better when everybody eat
Lil' junior stay stiff, only talking to me
He ready to slide, keep choppers in Jeeps
Whole gang flex, everybody on freeze
Everybody slide, nobody don't freeze
These pussy niggas really working
My young niggas really serving, yeah
That lil' nigga 12, they know he be working
My partner got M's, he got it from serving
We came from the block, looking out for Suburbans
Upping that Glock then you know it's a murder
You ain't aim for the top, nigga, what was the purpose?
Shit get real when they pull out the sheet
Another opp pack got hit with the heat
Another foreign car, can't start with a key
Young nigga shit, love the gamble every week
Young nigga shit, Alexander McQueen
Pop big shit so I'm fucking the team
I ain't giving her shit, but I sell her a dream
Say that she love me, won't tell her a thing
My lil' partner throwed, he gone off that molly
Start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody
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Writer(s): Rashad Amin Sr Holsey, Darius Hill
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