12 Grams
12 Grams
It's the crack of dawn & I get a hit up on my jack
My homie I just left said he need me to come back
I said for what? He said he got a friend that need blow
I'm the weather man baby, you can hit me for the snow
I said ok! Bag it up, then I'm on my way
Need 12? Really all I'm thinking bout is pay
I hop on a scooter, just how I maneuver
You know I can't drive so that's how I get it to ya
Speeding to the spot, popped up to get it lit
He said is it legit, man this is that manure
Lit nights and all vibes is what it'll do ya
You know he had to cop, now my pockets in a knot
You've been throwing shade, watch what you say
Had to run it up, made you feel a way
You've been throwing shade, watch what you say
Had to run it up, made you feel a way
All I show is love, but I'm the one you hate
Went from your top 5 to the one you don't rate
When I get the win don't congratulate
Shading my name, would've split the plate
(Damn) tripping off 12 grams
Probably thought that shit'll never hit the fan
(Damn) tripping off 12 grams
Get your hustle up, don't hate on the man
It's the middle of the night, I got a broad in my bed
But she's just a friend so I'm not getting head
We talking bout the flip, vendetta on his shit
Got here a couple days ago, I'm getting to it quick
Said it made a friend of ours really throw a fit
Matter fact it made 'em trip, they didn't get the sale
Talking down on my name, used to wish me well
That money make 'em switch, it ain't hard to tell
Smiles in my face probably hope I go to hell
I'm headed to the top, just don't forget the name
Crazy how you hated, all I did was give game
Favor after favor, it could never be the same
You've been throwing shade, watch what you say
Had to run it up, made you feel a way
You've been throwing shade, watch what you say
Had to run it up, made you feel a way
All I show is love, but I'm the one you hate
Went from your top 5 to the one you don't rate
When I get the win don't congratulate
Shading my name, would've split the plate
(Damn) tripping off 12 grams
Probably thought that shit'll never hit the fan
(Damn) tripping off 12 grams
Get your hustle up, don't hate on the man
It's the crack of dawn & I get a hit up on my jack
My homie I just left said he need me to come back
I said for what? He said he got a friend that need blow
I'm the weather man baby, you can hit me for the snow
I said ok! Bag it up, then I'm on my way
Need 12? Really all I'm thinking bout is pay
I hop on a scooter, just how I maneuver
You know I can't drive so that's how I get it to ya
Speeding to the spot, popped up to get it lit
He said is it legit, man this is that manure
Lit nights and all vibes is what it'll do ya
You know he had to cop, now my pockets in a knot
You've been throwing shade, watch what you say
Had to run it up, made you feel a way
You've been throwing shade, watch what you say
Had to run it up, made you feel a way
All I show is love, but I'm the one you hate
Went from your top 5 to the one you don't rate
When I get the win don't congratulate
Shading my name, would've split the plate
(Damn) tripping off 12 grams
Probably thought that shit'll never hit the fan
(Damn) tripping off 12 grams
Get your hustle up, don't hate on the man
It's the middle of the night, I got a broad in my bed
But she's just a friend so I'm not getting head
We talking bout the flip, vendetta on his shit
Got here a couple days ago, I'm getting to it quick
Said it made a friend of ours really throw a fit
Matter fact it made 'em trip, they didn't get the sale
Talking down on my name, used to wish me well
That money make 'em switch, it ain't hard to tell
Smiles in my face probably hope I go to hell
I'm headed to the top, just don't forget the name
Crazy how you hated, all I did was give game
Favor after favor, it could never be the same
You've been throwing shade, watch what you say
Had to run it up, made you feel a way
You've been throwing shade, watch what you say
Had to run it up, made you feel a way
All I show is love, but I'm the one you hate
Went from your top 5 to the one you don't rate
When I get the win don't congratulate
Shading my name, would've split the plate
(Damn) tripping off 12 grams
Probably thought that shit'll never hit the fan
(Damn) tripping off 12 grams
Get your hustle up, don't hate on the man
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