12 lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
My young n*ggas serving
You lil' n*ggas working
Yeah, ha, no cap (D. Hill)
Young Vito (D. Hill)
Yeah, tell me why b*tches be f*cking for purses

[Chorus]
That lil' n*gga 12, they know he be working
My partner got M's, he got it from serving
We came from the block, looking out for Suburbans
Upping that Glock then you know it's a murder
You ain't aim for the top, n*gga, what was the purpose?
sh*t get real when they pull out the sheet
Another opp pack got hit with the heat
Another foreign car, can't start with a key
Young n*gga sh*t, love the gamble every week
Young n*gga sh*t, Alexander McQueen
Pop big sh*t so I'm f*cking the tеam
I ain't giving her sh*t, but I sell her a drеam
Say that she love me, won't tell her a thing
My lil' partner throwed, he gone off that molly
Start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody

[Verse 1]
Never around when sh*t get violent
Mane, n*ggas wanna talk about it
Same n*gga if I'm broke or rich
Before that Rollie even touched my wrist
I would've shot Rico if I was Meek
My young n*ggas slide, swear they don't miss
Thirty in the bag, young n*gga still trapping
He came from the country, you know that we test
The neighbors complaining, keep fussing my traffic
Two-hundred bands wrapped in the plastic
Hundred thousand still under the mattress
Ain't sh*t changed just 'cause we rapping
Y'all ain't no killers, stop all that capping
Exotic the blunts, designer the fabric
My n*ggas some shooters just like the Mavericks
She ask for a bag, I bust out the laughing (Ha, dumb b*tch)
[Chorus]
That lil' n*gga 12, they know he be working
My partner got M's, he got it from serving
We came from the block, looking out for Suburbans
Upping that Glock then you know it's a murder
You ain't aim for the top, n*gga, what was the purpose?
sh*t get real when they pull out the sheet
Another opp pack got hit with the heat
Another foreign car, can't start with a key
Young n*gga sh*t, love the gamble every week
Young n*gga sh*t, Alexander McQueen
Pop big sh*t so I'm f*cking the team
I ain't giving her sh*t, but I sell her a dream
Say that she love me, won't tell her a thing
My lil' partner throwed, he gone off that molly
Start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Young n*gga sh*t, love the gamble every week
Young n*gga sh*t, love to get high speed
Young n*gga sh*t, love to f*ck on a freak
I hit from the back, pull it out and I skeet
Have to chase dream, yeah, just like me
f*ck on her once and never'll speak
My lil' partner rich, he got it from P
We riding Trackhawks, they came with no key
sh*t go wrong when you try to compete
sh*t feel better when everybody eat
Lil' junior stay stiff, only talking to me
He ready to slide, keep choppers in Jeeps
Whole gang flex, everybody on freeze
Everybody slide, nobody don't freeze
These pus*y n*ggas really working
My young n*ggas really serving, yeah
[Chorus]
That lil' n*gga 12, they know he be working
My partner got M's, he got it from serving
We came from the block, looking out for Suburbans
Upping that Glock then you know it's a murder
You ain't aim for the top, n*gga, what was the purpose?
sh*t get real when they pull out the sheet
Another opp pack got hit with the heat
Another foreign car, can't start with a key
Young n*gga sh*t, love the gamble every week
Young n*gga sh*t, Alexander McQueen
Pop big sh*t so I'm f*cking the team
I ain't giving her sh*t, but I sell her a dream
Say that she love me, won't tell her a thing
My lil' partner throwed, he gone off that molly
Start all that tweaking, he shooting somebody