Fuck 12

(앨범: I Came From Nothing 2 - 2011)

Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck the police
I got bails in the cop, I got bails in the cop
I'm a young nigga wyling
I got bails in the cop, I got bails in the cop
I'm a young nigga wyling

[MPA Wicced:]
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell

[Young Thug:]
Thug rolled a motherfucking Grammy
You put 'em out the rolls just like bananas
34 birds with me, red Bucannon
Old dead people dancing in my pocket Rasputia's Granny
Your bitch let me in while you getting banded
Young Thug nutting everywhere, gotta buy some panties
Tuck my napkin in my shirt, mob boss manners
Nasty bitches can't stand me
Caught my bitch clean like an empty house attic
Check my closet Bally
Red rag coming from the right like I'm about to challenge
Peyton Manning accuracy, Randy Moss status
House two times bigger, four baths back

[MPA Wicced:]
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell

[Lil Duke:]
I'm working, I'm playing with sandwich bags and them scale
Then I head to the turf and I'm like fuck 12
Fuck them white folk that gave my little buddy an L
So I do this for him when I'm rapping dummy bells
Fuck a cell, I'm paying in a cash bond
And you getting bunned if you don't got them cash funds
Serving on the block can take off when crash comes
And right back to the block just like we left something
I don't trust 'em, them crackers killed my homeboy
So every single night I smoke one for my homeboys
I ain't foot locker, but I'm serving the J's
In love with the alphabet, I married the K

[MPA Wicced:]
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell

Fuck 12, this a six figure operation
I'm still beating those down, dodging traffic and casing
Hey Miss Catherine Johnson I'm riding for you baby
With a shoulder strapped chopper and nina my baby
My blind opened a little, the trap going crazy
Four [?] for the camera, fuck the narcs and agents
'Cause getting this paper is so contagious
I'm gon' work this bitch until they serve them work paper
I'mma switch right up, gon' duck low in Decatur
A on the flow, bails of the gas on the table
No longer a soldier, but keep that Cain and Abel
I'm direct with it, you do basic cable

Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell