12 lyrics

[Intro]
Eyy, Relax Rekords man
We out here Teddy Blow, Kenny Turnup
I don't really... I don't know
I ain't really got sh*t to say to these n*ggas you feel me
Gang

[Hook]
I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat
He mail it, I flip it, I mail him some back
My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat
I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back

[Verse 1: Kenny Turnup]
And I'm back in the building, I still got a pack on me
Still got them racks on me, still got a strap on me
Damn it the Ops them be after me
The cops be harassing me running the city
I'm feeling like Diddy & Biggy & Jah Rule & 50
A model be with me, you get it I got it
We good and I'm getting my n*ggas up out of the hood damn
Tell the truth you know I'm better then you and your crew
And I move like a veteran do
What you do and get pop like Excedrin there is no settlement
I woke this morning to your girl and OJ
She talking bout foreplay ,I'm counting my cold play
You don't think we brazy girl act like you know J
She Spanish like Jose Canseco I'm counting my paper like legos
I just took a flight to Jamaica me and my Grandma was looking at rainbows oh lord she a angel
I really ain't worried about nothing
n*gga I ain't worried bout nothing
Pops hit my phone and said "Damn that boy J really out here stunting"
Me and Teddy got [?] on lock, prolly somewhere chilling on a yacht
Buck got *Beep* in the sock, feeling like the old one rock
Feeling like Hov in this.. And I'm feeling like
I'm feeling like n*ggas won't get it till they make me have to do it, please don't make me prove it
I'm feeling like n*ggas won't get it till they make me have to do it, please don't make me prove it

[Hook]
I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat (I can tell you a rat)
He mail it, I flip it, I mail it right back (I mail it right back)
My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat (went to jail for the gat)
I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back (Twelve on my back)

[Bridge]
I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat
$tash hit my jack said he just got a pack
So he mail it, I flip it, I mail it right back (I mail it right back)
My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat
Relax or get murked, Lauderdale on the map
And I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back (twelve on my back)

[Verse 2: Teddy Blow]
Teddy, teddy blow blow
Laughing at you pus*y n*ggas
Kenny Turnup on these n*ggas
I can tell you rat, cause you snitching for cheese
Put four on your head, pull off in the vert
Then I'm sipping on lean
Your b*tch on my di*k
But if that pus*y loose then I pass to the team
If she don't get money [?], whats the use of that b*tch on the scene
[?] that just taught me to pause and just think
Cause I done seen [?] n*ggas, real n*ggas turn [?]
And I done seen black on black crimes
I'm asking moms what should I think
I still grab the Glock and the work and put it to work on a [?]
I still got them pills on me, I still got the racks on me
My cousin [?], the devil is after me
Your b*tch coming after me, my diamonds are blasphemy
[?] Why the f*ck did they [?] I must be a [?]
[?]
Like n*gga don't try me, I'm praying to God please
Like someone come sign me, before I catch a murder case
Before they come sign me, like n*gga don't try me
I pray they don't do me like [?]
For killing these n*ggas without pen and pad, cause I know that it works
I know you a f*ck n*gga
I know why you snitching, he hang with some b*tch n*ggas
I know I won't kick with ya, your b*tch wanna flick with us
She probably get di*k from us, she probably buy kush from us
My di*k is a Kush to her, she probably get hooked to us
She probably buy kush from us, my di*k is a Kush to her
Relax get it hooked to us
[Hook]
I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat (I can tell you a rat)
He mail it, I flip it, I mail it right back (I mail it right back)
My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat (went to jail for the gat)
I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back (Twelve on my back)
I'm all bout my cheese I can tell you a rat
Stash hit my jack said he just got a pack
So he mail it, I flip it, I mail it right back (I mail it right back)
My dog in the cell went to jail for the gat
Relax or get murked, Lauderdale on the map
And I feel like Tom Brady, cause twelve on my back (twelve on my back)