12.5 Lyrics

Yea we did it

Getting chicken that p diddy

Thoughts theyre messing with me

Still im good got my people with me

Can you feel me

If not we dumping till that thing get empty

And when it empty

Reload and shoot it booming give em plenty

Repeat like a rerun bag a chick just to lay with her

Mean arming jewels sitting on at least one

Messing with me gonna need several of the greats

World settling with weight put the metal to your face

Theyre like oh boy you so gifted

My reigns like shots going in while yall prolly miss it

Eyes bloodshot red just like the nose off rudolf

To be a rat a bad feeling like blue balls

Get left in a ditch

Feel bad for a prick your moms will miss ya

O eight brady frontline will hit you

And some broads think im a dog like dino from the flintstones

Im heavy weight you lame its like you throwing some pink on

Aim on the handle blowing your face off

Say the kid a savage

That sick eating all my steaks raw

Now heres a eight ball

Knocking all lames off

Wanna get rich so like my whip game handling this thing

I'm straight bud with no stems just leaves

Been hot and yall trash like home grown weed

I'm a g heating up like wigs to a hot comb

Slugs burn like coke eating up the tip of your nostrils

Got those yeah im gonna sell

They eating up these words like stuffed meat in a taco shell

I'm a buzz in the hood like don corleone

Armed so its lights out send the bill to your moms

And look here better keep up your guard

Cause them boys in the hood dump slugs thatll tare through your jaws

Getting big chips stack them like pancakes

Its a mandate a kitchen scuffle get you pan faced

At the crib doing what you doing on the block

I'm good money like nowitzki throwing up a shot

Man these girls love me got this thing in the bag

Money slipping through your fingers like you flipping through a mag

Goes at this thing boy hard body

Aint no rugrats kid but take the lead and ima play tommy

Yeah we did it

Getting chicken that p diddy

Thoughts theyre messing with me

Still I'm good got my people with me

Can you feel me

If not we dumping till that thing get empty

And when it empty

Reload and shoot it booming give them plenty

Hard time in the box

Turn tough skinned cinder blocks

Long road when you rocked

Fuck them and the cops

Want the big bread

Ben frank and them knots

Right hand on my cock

Still scream fuck them cops

Getting bread like everyday was my payday

Get this aint nothing new homie I been on my a game

You boys straight trash must be kidding me

Way im playing with metal think I played for a symphony

Im the go to guy team move them pies

And this coke pile here get you dumb high

Im the man shouldve figured it out

In this game a lot yall ass I oughta be shitting it out

If you think you messing with me man why even try

Cause ima do to this game what bigs did with his rhymes

I move in these streets just like that crack

Your main chick give her the dick as she hop in the whip man

This game i been running it

A shook up soda cans the only way your coke bubbling

You aint moving no work bully these jerks

Might take the loop in your purse the fiends go bazerk cause its worth it

Wish you do the things the way I do things

It's like we moving them things while yall still scrapping for loose change

You aint moving no weight put two in his face

Only way you picking it up if you lifting some weights

Like dude with bomb ass weed look homie i been blowing

Hand me the mic get to rocking like bon jovi

Deep in this game and they say im the man

If i couldn't put out a hit be hustling nics

Dimes quarters all of it soft this that good blow

Aint know shit so raw leave a chick wit no nose

Stuff in them bags like the shit in the trash

Way im getting it off you think im sniffing it all but no

Just getting my chips up

And spend on this big lip chick just to get my dick sucked

No sex under the sheets her hands on my meat

Tell her between them legs look like a jungle to me

Yea we did it

Getting chicken that p diddy

Thoughts theyre messing with me

Still im good got my people with me

Can you feel me

If not we dumping till that thing get empty

And when it empty

Reload and shoot it booming give them plenty

Hard time in the box

Turn tough skinned cinder blocks

Long road when you rocked

Fuck them and the cops

Want the big bread

Ben Frank and them knots

Right hand on my cock

Still scream fuck them cops