12 Hours lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look
Calling my girls, I'm tryna get cute
Let's go and paint the town
Let's meet up at my place around 12, still gotta take a shower
It's gon' take a hour to do my hair
And to do my make-up
Buy my final outfit to wear by the time I hang up
Click, oh sh*t, we need a bottle we could sip of course
I text her like "On your way here? Swing by the liquor store"
I need about three Ciroc shooters, know what, get us four
Just ring the doorbell soon as you hit the porch"
I text my man I'm going out come and meet us with ya guys
Message open, counting dots, I seen three and he reply
"Grandma really wish that I could, but I gotta work late
But take some extra cash out the safe and put it in your purse bae"
Okay, I'm texting back "I hope to see you later"
sh*t, now I'm in the shower singing ballads of Anita Baker
Hour later, dress lookin' fine as a b*tch
Knock at the door, my girl Lisa like "It's time to get lit"

[Verse 2]
Look
Models in jeans
Weed, smoke, bottles and drinks
Couple n*ggas from the town tryna holla' at me
But I'm taken, but I still made 'em buy me a drink
Lisa tapped me like "I gotta go pee"
"Watch my purse for a minute"
I sip my drink by the bar as I waited
Purse in my lap, felt the phone vibratin'
Pulled it out, but my intentions was on turning it off
But that's until I seen the number that call
This my n*gga number lit up on her phone (What?)
I mean I gave him her number
But that's only if I ain't picking up my phone
I check my phone but I don't see no missed calls
I was shocked in the face
Tryna figure out why he callin' so late
I read the texts "Keep this a secret, do not say a word"
"Come by tomorrow, but we gotta do it while she at work"
Oh sh*t she walking back, I threw her phone in the purse
If they creepin', then somebody gon' be bleedin' with no soul in the hearse
f*ck
[Verse 3]
We left the club, she dropped me off at like 3 in the morn'
Walkin' in circles, still shocked, I can't believe what I saw
Called into work, like I'ma need the day off
Soon as I hung up I raced right to my room to grab this gun out the safe
I got an angel on my shoulder sayin' "Che you ain't no killer"
But the other shoulder tellin' me to take out that n*gga
Matter of fact, just kill 'em both
To calm my nerves I took some shots of the Henny
Looked in the mirror, seen the monster that's in me
f*ck it
The sun is up, I'm in a car speedin'
To Lisa house, I took a left then took a right
To catch this broad scheming
Creeped on the side then I kicked in her house
Waivin' the gun, I seen both of them sittin' on the couch
"I read the texts that you sent the n*gga, thought you was slick"
"Lisa, I called you my friend, f*ck that, I called you my sis"
He waved his hand "Babe it's not what you think"
"I asked Lisa to come with me just so she can help me buy you a ring"
"I found the ring and I was trying to get your best friend advice"
"Baby, I'm tryna spend the rest of my life with you"
I must have been squeezing too tight
I heard a shot, body dropped to the ground and he bleed
Lisa panicked, ran outta there screamin
I dropped to my knees like I ain't mean to kill him
Now I'm searching this body for evidence
To confirm if he was sleeping with her
Damn I don't think he was lyin'
To my surprise, I found the ring in his pocket
[Outro]
f*ck
Oh, gotta get the f*ck outta here
sh*t