12 Bars lyrics

[Intro]
On foe nem, ugh
Come on over here, yuh
([?])
Hahahaha, yeah, you ain't top my sh*t though
Turn up
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, haha, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Got his b*tch trippin' 'cause she seeing me, thought she was off a trippy stick
Don't know why she sneak dissin' to me, say he got a shrimpy di*k
Pull off in that Rari, now they think I'm on some fishy sh*t
Two year ago I ain't have no car, I was on that 'come get me' sh*t
Two years ago I ain't have no job, I was on that young drilla sh*t
Posted on the block with the Glock, tryna drill some sh*t
Don't give no f*ck, that thot with the opps, I'ma drill a b*tch
And I swear these opps know how I rock, Glo until I be killed
I don't want your b*tch, boy, let me see if I can fit her in my schedule
I won't wife a b*tch, boy, these b*tches be goin' everywhere
I don't care 'bout goin' to jail, they treat me like heaven there
'Fore I let a n*gga try to kill me, I'ma send his ass 11 shells