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[Intro]
Ah, 12, mmh

[Verse]
Fed babies, they dont beef on apps, we put shit in that dirt
He on them percs and wock to stop the pain
That shit dont never work
Dead guys, them bald head halos bitches tore right through his shirt
Bitch ii get active bout this rap shit, fee dont land im on the earth

Ii felt some pain about that 5 never thought the guys a hurt
Fed baby, load up chops and spin that block and put in work
A bunch of obituaries , cemeteries ,niggas on that shirt
It ain't no bitchin in this car we all tryn knock sum off the turf

Glocks out ,, walk down ,, fed baby drop shit when he slide
These niggas knock on doors ,, they crackin fours ,, make em feel that hot shit
Thesе niggas known for takin lives and 12 he known to pop shit
Ya homie diеd dont play wit us
3 niggas ,, tap this bitch they think its 8 of us
We done bent this lil sht up
We turnt ya man to angel dust
They come back creepin w that fully fuckin think they ain't got enough
Ah , can't name no bitch that ii can love no bitch that ii can trust
Man once this shit go up you know this shit get stuck
Im talkin run down w that glizzy burnt em down right out the truck
Thats how we do shit on this side
You gotta walkdown and here him “ah”
These niggas bitchin in the war like how you runnin clickin sides
In the trench locked in for life you niggas scared he for is i
You niggas cap in rap we tell em clap shit up and thats on 5
G12 dont cap in rap only to her im honest shit ii lied
Well they done put ya dawg to sleep, wit that glizzy rock a bye
Amiri denim shit be cheap, shit dont cost shit ii can buy
12 done put on for the trench , name them bodies we can claim
You never hit shit on that drill fore you get bent stay in ya lane
Shit ii could do this shit for weeks shit 12 a drag a helm in lane
Shit ii jus want the head dont like the bitch she lookin plain
Them niggas fanned out that boy a capper we catch him snatch his chain
It say ii dont signed a deal and bought some Glocks for the whole gang
You niggas talk too much ,, he told my homie bidness niggas singing
Baby get to bending blocks with shit that pound be banging
We catching b’s wit all dem Glocks ii shake my dreads like ima haitian
Catch ya homie wit his head down his life we fuckin takin
Fed babies tap the Glock we really drop shit they be fakin
Sak the fettier , bronem shoot them 3’s like paul pierres ,, ahh