No Chorus, Pt. 12 lyrics

[Intro]
Them n*ggas get the f*ck down
Right motherf*ckin' now
Told me to get the f*ck down
Right motherf*ckin' now

[Refrain]
Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size (My size)
I get the ass like a car ride, yeah (Skrr)
She taller than me and got nice thighs (Woo, woo, woo)
I bend her over to my size (Yeah)
My drug dealer said that the price right (Nah)
Now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy (Yeah)
I set that boy up about four times (Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up!)
I hit the man with the clothes line (Aight let's go)

[Interlude]
Yeah, hold on, 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 sh*t
n*gga, I got one motherf*cker, but guess what now, b*tch?
f*ck 'em, b*tch, hmm (Yeah, ayy)

[Verse 1]
f*ck 12, all my n*ggas just duck 12
Twelve gauge make a n*gga taste buck shells (Facts)
Three times four, n*gga that's twelve (Twelve)
I can't trust these n*ggas they singing like Maxwell (Oh)
Back in them days I had me a Nextel
f*cked on your b*tch in a neck well (Well)
When you get the green without a yard sale
They sayin' you move weight like barbell, that's deep (That's on my momma)
Smokin' on gas OG (Gas)
Three for the ten, buyin' ass n*gga you too cheap (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 (Facts)
No cap, I got Drake in the Jeep (Drake)
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 (Ayy)
I heard the opps talkin' everyday, but it feels like these n*ggas runnin' from me
Yesterday, I spent 'bout two hundred K, n*gga like it was nothin' to me (Yeah)
I count that money to sleep (Yeah)
Let's load up them Glocks and have fun for a week (Yeah, yeah)
That b*tch got ass it's petite (Woo)
I don't know I'm a Crip, so you know I'm a C (Crip)
[Refran]
Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size (Skrr, skrr)
I get the ass like a car ride (Yeah)
She taller than me and got nice thighs (Uh)
I bend her over to my size (Yeah, that's on my momma)
My drug dealer said that the price right
Now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy (Yeah)
I set that boy up about four times (Uh)
I hit the man with the clothes line (Line, line)

[Verse 2]
All this fooey ass, Louis, Burberry and Gucci, lil' n*gga, your clothes lyin' (Lyin', lyin')
I hit your b*tch from the back and I smack on her booty, now that means your ho mine (That's mine)
He got a fresh fade from Matt Bands, put a hole in his head he got no line (Woah)
He got a scholarship from St. France, add another one now he got no mind (Fool)
Don't shake hands with the opps, b*tch we ain't with the partnerships
Nine to his head he could die this year (Yeah)
I'm on a yacht with a n*gga named Andre, you could say this Igoudala-ship (Facts)
I need a b*tch that look some like Beyoncé, but she gotta have Rihanna hips (Skrr)
I'm 'bout that action, no verb, I say just one word and you'll see a hundred crips (Ooh woo)
I'm a blue Benjamin and you a Jefferson (A Jefferson)
I got so many b*tches, can run a marathon (A marathon)
Quit all that Instagram cappin', you don't really carry guns (You lackin')
And that lil' ho that you lovin', that's the b*tch we sharin' on (n*gga)
Late-night creep (Creep)
I been searchin' for 'em for a week (Yeah, yeah)
I found his ID (ID)
I'ma kill that n*gga where he sleep (Yeah, yeah)
This an IG (Woah)
b*tch, I be thuggin' hard in the skreets (The skreets)
I saw a young n*gga loose his heart in the skreet
The n*gga shot your n*gga in the car, that was me (That was me, that was me)
Search for 'bout five days (Five days)
Shoot with two hands not sideways (Raah)
You on that gun play
Doo-doo, doo-doo, what that gun say
Leave a man dead in his driveway (Uh)
Mean muggin', the sh*t this that I play (I play)
Up on him first, that's what I say (I say)
Can't let today be my die day (Die day)
Hop off the porch with that Glock like it's Friday (Friday)
Nah I ain't Craig
I'm walkin' around this b*tch like I'm Deebo (Deebo)
I'ma put the gun to his head, make him get low (Get low)
They gas a n*gga up at the Citgo
A n*gga got the ups 'cause the truck that we got is a rental (Skrr)
.30 on me, hangin' out long like a limo
f*ck your baby daddy and his weak ass demo (f*ck him)
Call up the plug and tell him to send more (I need that sh*t now, n*gga)
Crips on the left side (Yeah), Bloods on the right side (Yeah)
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 Eastside (Eastside, b*tch)
Gang unit constantly askin' these questionsm but I can not show y'all my C side (No talkin')
I plead the fifth, but I'm three quiet (Yep), f*ck wrong with these guys? (Yep)
I keep the strap in my car when I go to court, police see me, I throw peace signs (Peace)
A lot of opp n*ggas sayin' they gon' get rich, well, lil' b*tch, just keep tryin' (Tryin')
Why the opps n*ggas be up on b*tch sh*t? I don't know why them b*tches keep dyin', on Crip
[Outro]
Them n*ggas get the f*ck down
Right motherf*ckin' now
Told me to get the f*ck down
Right motherf*ckin' now
Ha, ha-ha
You know what I'm sayin'
That's why them b*tches keep dyin', that's right