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No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Them niggas get the **** dow
Right mother****ing now
Told 'em get the **** down
Right mother****ing now
Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size (My size)
I get the a*s like a car ride, yeah (Skrr)
She taller than me and got nice thighs (Woo, woo, woo)
I bend her over to my size (Yeah)
My d**g dealer said that the price rised (Nah)
Now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy (Yeah)
I set that boy up about four times
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - (Tay Keith, **** these niggas up!
I hit the man with the close line (Aight let's go)
Yeah, hold on, yeah, no chorus 12
Twelve, twelve, twelve, **** 12, nigga
Man the bitch ran up came in my house took all my shit
Mother****er but guess what now, bitch
**** 'em bitches, hmm (Yeah, ayy)
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - **** 12, all my niggas just duck 1
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Twelve gauge make a nigga taste buck shells (Facts
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Three times four, nigga that's twelve (Twelve
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - I can't trust these niggas they singing like Maxwell (Oh
Back in them days I had me a Nextel
****ed on your bitch and the neck well (Well)
When you get the green without a yard sale
They sayin' you move weight like, that's deep
(That's on my momma)
Smokin' on gas OG (Gas)
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Three for the ten, buying ass nigga you too cheap (Cheap
They said they didn't want me in Memphis in May
Well I'm in this bitch I got Drac' in the Jeep (Facts)
No cap I got Drac' in the Jeep (Drac')
He like to ride under my seat
I got a bitch named Keyanna, she work at
She go get my money for me (Ayy)
I heard the opps talkin' everyday,
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - But it feels like these niggas running from m
Yesterday, yeah I spent 'bout two hunnid K
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Nigga like it was nothing to me (Yeah
I count that money to sleep (Yeah)
Let's load up them Glocks and have fun for a week (Yeah, yeah)
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - That bitch got ass (Woo
I don't know I'm a Crip, so you know I'm a C (Crip)
Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size (Skrr, skrr)
I get the a*s like a car ride (Yeah)
She taller than me and got nice thighs (Uh)
I bend her over to my size (Yeah, that's on my momma)
My d**g dealer said that the price rised
Now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy (Yeah)
I set that boy up about four times (Uh)
I hit the man with the close line (Line, line)
All this Louis, Burberry and Gucci
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Lil' nigga yo clothes lyin' (Lyin', lyin'
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - I hit your bitch from the bac
And I smack on her booty now that means yo h*e mine (That's mine)
He got a fresh fade from put a hole
In his head he got no line (Woah)
He got a scholarship from St. France,
Add another one now he got no mind (Fool)
Don't shake hands with the opps
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Bitch we ain't with the partnership
Nine to his head ship (Yeah)
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - I'm on a yacht with a nigga named Andr
You could say this ship (Facts)
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - I need a bitch that look some like Beyonc
But she gotta have Rihanna hips (Skrr)
I'm 'bout that action, no verb I say just one word
And you'll see a hunnid crips (Ooh woo)
I'm a blue Benjamin and you a Jefferson (A Jefferson)
I got so many *****, can run a marathon (A marathon)
Quit all that Instagram cappin',
You don't really carry guns (You lackin')
And that lil' hoe that you lovin',
That's the shit we sharin' on (N**ga)
Late night creep (Creep)
I been searchin' for 'em for a week (Yeah, yeah)
I found his ID (ID)
I'ma kill that n**ga where he sleep (Yeah, yeah)
This a IG (Woah)
Bitch I be thuggin' hard in the streets (The streets)
I saw a young n**ga loose his heart in the street
The n**ga shot your n**ga in the car that was me
That was me, that was me
Search for 'bout five days (Five days)
Shoot with two hands not sideways (Raah)
You on that gun play
Doo-doo, doo-doo, what that gun say
Leave a man dead in his driveway (Uh)
Mean muggin', the shit that I play (I play)
Up on him first that's what I say (I say)
Can't let today be my die day (Die day)
Hop off the porch with that Glock like it's Friday (Friday)
Nah I ain't Craig
I'm walkin' around this bih like I'm Deebo (Deebo)
I'ma put the gun to his head make him get low (Get low)
They gas a n**ga up at the go
A n**ga got the up 'cause the truck that we got is a rental (Skrr)
.30 on me, hangin' out long like a limo
**** your baby daddy and his weak ass demo (**** him)
Call up the plug and tell him to send mo'
(I need that shit now n**ga)
Crips on the left side (Yeah)
Bloods on the right side (Yeah)
These n**gas h*es they play in the middle
But we know them bitches ain't gon ride (Facts)
I got a bitch she straight out the West
But I'm 'bout to show her the Eastside (Eastside, bitch)
Gang unit calling askin' these questions
But I can not show y'all my C side (No talkin')
I plead the fifth but I'm three quiet (Yeah)
**** wrong with these guys (Yeah)
I keep the strap in my car when I go to court,
Police see me I throw peace sign (Peace)
A lot of opps n**gas sayin' they gon' get rich,
Well lil' bitch just keep tryin' (Tryin')
Why the opps n**gas be up on shit?
I don't know that's why them bitches keep dyin', on Crip
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Them niggas get the **** dow
Right mother****ing now
Told 'em get the **** down
Right mother****ing now
Hahah
You know what I'm sayin'
That's why them bitches keep dyin'
Right mother****ing now
Told 'em get the **** down
Right mother****ing now
Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size (My size)
I get the a*s like a car ride, yeah (Skrr)
She taller than me and got nice thighs (Woo, woo, woo)
I bend her over to my size (Yeah)
My d**g dealer said that the price rised (Nah)
Now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy (Yeah)
I set that boy up about four times
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - (Tay Keith, **** these niggas up!
I hit the man with the close line (Aight let's go)
Yeah, hold on, yeah, no chorus 12
Twelve, twelve, twelve, **** 12, nigga
Man the bitch ran up came in my house took all my shit
Mother****er but guess what now, bitch
**** 'em bitches, hmm (Yeah, ayy)
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - **** 12, all my niggas just duck 1
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Twelve gauge make a nigga taste buck shells (Facts
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Three times four, nigga that's twelve (Twelve
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - I can't trust these niggas they singing like Maxwell (Oh
Back in them days I had me a Nextel
****ed on your bitch and the neck well (Well)
When you get the green without a yard sale
They sayin' you move weight like, that's deep
(That's on my momma)
Smokin' on gas OG (Gas)
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Three for the ten, buying ass nigga you too cheap (Cheap
They said they didn't want me in Memphis in May
Well I'm in this bitch I got Drac' in the Jeep (Facts)
No cap I got Drac' in the Jeep (Drac')
He like to ride under my seat
I got a bitch named Keyanna, she work at
She go get my money for me (Ayy)
I heard the opps talkin' everyday,
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - But it feels like these niggas running from m
Yesterday, yeah I spent 'bout two hunnid K
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Nigga like it was nothing to me (Yeah
I count that money to sleep (Yeah)
Let's load up them Glocks and have fun for a week (Yeah, yeah)
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - That bitch got ass (Woo
I don't know I'm a Crip, so you know I'm a C (Crip)
Pull up in a car that's 'bout my size (Skrr, skrr)
I get the a*s like a car ride (Yeah)
She taller than me and got nice thighs (Uh)
I bend her over to my size (Yeah, that's on my momma)
My d**g dealer said that the price rised
Now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy (Yeah)
I set that boy up about four times (Uh)
I hit the man with the close line (Line, line)
All this Louis, Burberry and Gucci
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Lil' nigga yo clothes lyin' (Lyin', lyin'
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - I hit your bitch from the bac
And I smack on her booty now that means yo h*e mine (That's mine)
He got a fresh fade from put a hole
In his head he got no line (Woah)
He got a scholarship from St. France,
Add another one now he got no mind (Fool)
Don't shake hands with the opps
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Bitch we ain't with the partnership
Nine to his head ship (Yeah)
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - I'm on a yacht with a nigga named Andr
You could say this ship (Facts)
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - I need a bitch that look some like Beyonc
But she gotta have Rihanna hips (Skrr)
I'm 'bout that action, no verb I say just one word
And you'll see a hunnid crips (Ooh woo)
I'm a blue Benjamin and you a Jefferson (A Jefferson)
I got so many *****, can run a marathon (A marathon)
Quit all that Instagram cappin',
You don't really carry guns (You lackin')
And that lil' hoe that you lovin',
That's the shit we sharin' on (N**ga)
Late night creep (Creep)
I been searchin' for 'em for a week (Yeah, yeah)
I found his ID (ID)
I'ma kill that n**ga where he sleep (Yeah, yeah)
This a IG (Woah)
Bitch I be thuggin' hard in the streets (The streets)
I saw a young n**ga loose his heart in the street
The n**ga shot your n**ga in the car that was me
That was me, that was me
Search for 'bout five days (Five days)
Shoot with two hands not sideways (Raah)
You on that gun play
Doo-doo, doo-doo, what that gun say
Leave a man dead in his driveway (Uh)
Mean muggin', the shit that I play (I play)
Up on him first that's what I say (I say)
Can't let today be my die day (Die day)
Hop off the porch with that Glock like it's Friday (Friday)
Nah I ain't Craig
I'm walkin' around this bih like I'm Deebo (Deebo)
I'ma put the gun to his head make him get low (Get low)
They gas a n**ga up at the go
A n**ga got the up 'cause the truck that we got is a rental (Skrr)
.30 on me, hangin' out long like a limo
**** your baby daddy and his weak ass demo (**** him)
Call up the plug and tell him to send mo'
(I need that shit now n**ga)
Crips on the left side (Yeah)
Bloods on the right side (Yeah)
These n**gas h*es they play in the middle
But we know them bitches ain't gon ride (Facts)
I got a bitch she straight out the West
But I'm 'bout to show her the Eastside (Eastside, bitch)
Gang unit calling askin' these questions
But I can not show y'all my C side (No talkin')
I plead the fifth but I'm three quiet (Yeah)
**** wrong with these guys (Yeah)
I keep the strap in my car when I go to court,
Police see me I throw peace sign (Peace)
A lot of opps n**gas sayin' they gon' get rich,
Well lil' bitch just keep tryin' (Tryin')
Why the opps n**gas be up on shit?
I don't know that's why them bitches keep dyin', on Crip
No Chorus (Pt. 12) - BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith - FatBoy - Them niggas get the **** dow
Right mother****ing now
Told 'em get the **** down
Right mother****ing now
Hahah
You know what I'm sayin'
That's why them bitches keep dyin'