f*ck 12* lyrics

by

John Hill Jr.


[Snippet]

Boonk Gang screaming "f*ck 12"
Too much, can't weigh it on the scale
All you n*ggas do is tell
Boonk Gang screaming "f*ck 12"
Boonk Gang screaming "f*ck 12"

[?] get him with a choppa, hit him
It's gon' spin his ass like a helicopter
It's gon' [?], somethin' hella proper

Boonk Gang screaming "f*ck 12"
Boonk Gang screaming "f*ck 12"

[?] Boonk Gang, n*gga, everybody go
And we tote choppers, n*gga, everybody know
pus*y ass n*gga mad at me 'cause I f*cked his b*tch?
n*gga, that's everybody's ho
pus*y ass n*gga wanna count his money right in front of me?
n*gga, that's everybody's dough
Plug get the bricks out the trunk and ain't had no heat?
n*gga, his head 'bout to blow
Run up on 'em with the Mac, uh
You can't get your money back, no
Boonk Gang pull up to the trap, uh
Robbin' n*ggas when the trap slow
What you think we doing straps fo'?
Junkies knocking at the back door
Put the work up in [?]

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