Fuk 12 lyrics

[Chorus]
Tell lil' b*tch to shut up, yeah
Me and my blood just poured up (Mud)
f*ck you and f*ck your poser
I'll shoot you whole gang I'on know ya
New whip put a b*tch in a four door
Brand new money came in, flood
Old money I'm still geeked up
Me and slime goin' fed, goin' blood
New Celine, uh-huh
You silly, uh-huh
I still tote 50's
Spent the bag and f*cked up Balenci-aga
b*tch from Italy she can not get no Prada (No)
Grew up in the trenches now I'm turnin' proper
I got hella "Oppa-Droppa's' for the oppa's
And I'm f*ck 12 I don't give a f*ck about a coppa

[Verse]
Walk in the store and I just cop it
Two seat but i'm in that c*ckpit
Pourin' out lean, what about it?
I know you can't hit Murakami
Gotta pay slime or he won't miss it
Spilt my cup, uh-huh acidic
Balenciaga that sh*t not fitted
Pray to the Lord cause the sh*t I did
I hit for six, then six, then another six (We up)
And I just want this, and this, finna cop that sh*t
You can hit up my demon, for the bag
He'll do your— shhh
Who is this?
My bad, I ain't mean to up stick
[Chorus]
Tell lil' b*tch to shut up, yeah
Me and my blood just poured up (Mud)
f*ck you and f*ck your poser
I'll shoot you whole gang I'on know ya
New whip put a b*tch in a four door
Brand new money came in, flood
Old money I'm still geeked up
Me and slime goin' fed, goin' blood
New Celine, uh-huh
You silly, uh-huh
I still tote 50's
Spent the bag and f*cked up Balenci-aga
b*tch from Italy she can not get no Prada (No)
Grew up in the trenches now I'm turnin' proper
I got hella "Oppa-Droppa's' for the oppa's
And I'm f*ck 12 I don't give a f*ck about a coppa