V12

[Chorus]
Call coming in on my cell
Jumped up like Fury in the twelfth
No seatbelt, fuck twelve
You don't need a stereo in that V12
Just got the whip detailed
Rode past, see the pigs on detail
They just tryna find intel
No loose lips, you know what that entails
Call coming in on my cell
Jumped up like Fury in the twelfth
No seatbelt, fuck twelve
You don't need a stereo in that V12 (Nah)
Just got the whip detailed
Rode past, see the pigs on detail (Detail)
They just tryna find intel
No loose lips, you know what that entails (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
In the kitchen I ain't slept
I got the sous-chef doing my prep (Hah)
Fuck letting man slide, I'm collecting that debt
Ain't them, then it's you instead (Slide)
Me and the connect in good stead
And so it's nights out in the West End
Hop to my sled
And off I sped
V12 penis extension in red (Hahaha)
Bare bugs stuck to the screen
I'm on a A road letting off steam (Steam)
Jeans Alexander McQueen
And the pockets are full of pictures of the Queen (Hah)
Bit of trim just out of her teens
Bless her, she got low self-esteem
Left her looking like a Krispy Kreme
Slid her some P and I'm fleeing the scene (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blowing loud and my engine's louder
I'm sitting in third 'cos I like how it sounds (Three)
Roof down riding round town
Every time I put my foot down costs man a pound (Pound)
Twelve, you can tell by the sound
Drive past the trees, the leaves turn brown (Brown)
Back end out, no
Back on my bullshit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Call coming in on my cell
Jumped up like Fury in the twelfth (Twelve)
No seatbelt, fuck twelve
You don't need a stereo in that V12 (Fuck off)
Just got the whip detailed
Rode past, see the pigs on detail
They just tryna find intel
No loose lips, you know what that entails

[Verse 2]
Nokia going non-stop
Regular shotties
Accounts on stop
Worker, she accounts for stock
And she know not to fuck up the count
Full stop (Stop)
Money and power
Who's on top? (Who's on top?)
Money for the powder, let's swap (Yeah)
Got gourmet, man are serving up slop
Don't stop for that cop car they might run a swab (Hahaha)
Worried about me on my job (Yeah)
Promise this time I ain't missing my slot
Out torquing, ton on a clock
Hot ting, no talking
Tongue on my (Tongue on my, tongue on my)
She needs suttin' good for her blog
I'm hanging, need hair of the dog (Yeah)
Stopped at the Fox & Hound for a shot
Quick round in
Chop that
Bag in a box
V engine combusting
Sick whip, clean, but it look disgusting
Man pull up
Had chicks discussing
That nigga look dusty, look like a custy (Slag)
Soft leather inside in mustard
Carbon fibre, this thing's the mustard
Pigs wanna bust me, living luxury
No way (No way, no way)
I want the cake, but not custody

[Chorus]
Call coming in on my cell
Jumped up like Fury in the twelfth
No seatbelt, fuck twelve
Ya don't need a stereo in that V12
Just got the whip detailed
Rode past, see the pigs on detail
They just tryna find intel
No loose lips, you know what that entails
Call coming in on my cell
Jumped up like Fury in the twelfth
No seatbelt, fuck twelve
You don't need a stereo in that V12 (Nah)
Just got the whip detailed
Rode past, see the pigs on detail
They just tryna find intel
No loose lips, you know what that entails