12 Man Carry

I love to smoke that paranoia make ya see the truth
Walk in the room with hella cash it's ponchos up to the roof
I feel the vibes don't know this nigga but I sure peep how he move
This Mr's walking with a mac ten and a cane so smooth
Be slow to move its too much dope and tension up in this room
I had to cancel on him call your boss and tell him the truth
How niggas fucked up homie bread when he tried to pinch off the loot
Pow, Hit him, Bullseye, I got him, right in his jaw

And when you pull up to the ER better not tell'em who you saw
Police interrogating, this nigga in the room crying a song
When rats get desperate they get hungry and squeal all night long
And when I see you bitch its up there and I can't leave no witness
Hallow points entrepreneurs just trying run ya some business
Who's that creeping in that Turo is that a dodge or a Chevy
If he wanted to live should've got on live and called on Bloody Mary
Sad one man lost his life and one's a noodle in spaghetti

You pulling up I work the drive through, hello, order when you're ready
Think, before you jump into that water do you know how to swim
You should get your clientele up and turn your trap into a gym
He shoots, and he misses
Pack done bounced off the rim
Got hungry pull up to Olive Garden, I want the cheese with the fetty
Smelling like an ounce of moon rock they wanna kick me out already
For an appetizer baby I'll do the toaster with the twelve man carry
Thats a twelve man carry he just lost two homies
I commit crimes friend but I'm not wanted
If I could give you some advice lil baby please hop off it
She said them diamonds on your chest are stunning oh so flawless
A bunch of bitches walking round my bed they can't stop barking
You niggas weirdos walking round in public chewing breakers
Catch him in Neimans if the watch don't come off, I'm a wrist taker
Catch him in Neimans if the watch don't come off, I'm wrist taker



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Writer(s): Kenneth Camp
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