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Them n*ggas get the f*ck down
Right mothaf*ckin’ now
Told me to get the f*ck down
Right mothaf*ckin’ now

Pull up in a car that’s bout my size
I get the ass like a car ride
She taller than me and got nice thighs
I bend her over to my size
My drug dealer said that the price rised
Now it’s no more Mr. Nice Guy
I set that boy up about four times
I hit the man with the close line

Yeah yeah no chorus 12
12 12 12 f*ck 12 n*gga
Man the b*tch ran up came in my house took all my shit

F*ck 12 all my n*ggas just duck 12
12 gauge make a n*gga taste buck shells
Three times four n*gga dat twelve
I can’t trust these n*ggas they singing like Maxwell
Bacc in them days I had me a Nextel
F*cked on yo b*tch in a neck well
When you get the green without a yard sale
They sayin you move weight like barbell (that’s deep)
Smokin on gas OG
Three for the 10 buyin ass n*gga you too cheap
They said they didn’t want me in Memphis in May
Well I’m in this b*tch I got Drake in the Jeep
No cap I got Drake in the Jeep
He like to ride under my seat
I got a b*tch named Keiana she work at Le Bouhner she go get my money for me
I heard the opps talkin everyday but it feels like these n*ggas runnin from me
Yesterday I spent bout 200k n*gga like it was nothin to me
I count that money to sleep
Let’s load up them Glocks and have fun for a week
That b*tch got ass it’s petite
I don’t know I’ma Crip so you know I’ma C

Pull up in a car that’s bout my size
I get the ass like a car ride
She taller than me and got nice thighs
I bend her over to my size
My drug dealer said that the price rised
Now it’s no more Mr. Nice Guy
I set that boy up about four times
I hit the man with the close line

All this fooey ass Louie, Burberry and Gucci
Lil n*gga yo clothes lying
I hit yo b*tch from the back and I smack on her booty now that means yo hoe mine
He got a fresh fade from Matt Bands
Put a hole in his head he got no line
He got a scholarship from St. France
Add another one now he got no mind
Don’t shake hands with the opps b*tch we ain’t with the partnerships
Nine to his head Igoudala-ship
I’m on a yatch with a n*gga named Andre
You could say this Igoudala-ship
I need a b*tch that look some like Beyoncé
But she gotta have Rihanna hips
I’m bout that action no verb I say just one word
And you’ll see a hundred crips
I’m a blue Benjamin and you a Jefferson
I got so many b*tch can run a marathon
Quit all that Instagram cappin you don’t really carry guns
And that lil hoe that you lovin that’s the b*tch we sharing on

Late night creep
I been searching for em for a week
I found his ID
I’ma kill that n*gga where he sleep
This a IG
B*tch I be thuggin hard in the streets
I saw a young n*gga loose his heart in the street
The n*gga shot yo n*gga in the car that was me
Search for bout five days
Shoot with two hands not sideways
You on that gun play
Doon doon doon what that gun say
Leave a man dead in his driveway
Mean muggin the shit this that I play
Up on him first that’s what I say
Can’t let today be my die day
Hop off the porch with dat Glock like it’s Friday
Naw I ain’t Craig
I’m walking around this bih like I’m Debo
Ima put the gun to his head make him get low
They gas a n*gga up at Citgo
A n*gga got the ups cause the truck that we got is a rental
30 on me hangin out long like a limo
Fucc ya baby daddy and his weak ass demo
Call up the plug and tell him to send mo
(I need that shit now n*gga)
Crips on the left side
Bloods on the right side
These n*ggas hoes they play in the middle but we know them b*tches ain’t gon ride (facts)
I got a b*tch she straight out the west
But I’m bout to show her the east side
Gang unit constantly askin these questions
But I can not show y’all my c side (no talkin)
I plead the fifth but I’m three quiet yep
Fucc wrong with these guys yep
I keep the strap in my car when I go to court
Police see me I throw peace sign
A lot of opps n*ggas sayin they gon get rich well lil b*tch just keep tryin
Why the opps n*ggas be up on b*tch shit
I don’t know why them b*tches keep dying
On Crip

Them n*ggas get the f*ck
Down right mothaf*ckin now
Told me to get the f*ck
Down right mothaf*ckin now

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