No Chorus Pt. 12 Songtext

Now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy
I set that boy up about four times
I hit the man with the close line

Yeah yeah no chorus 12
12 12 12 fuck 12 nigga
Man the bitch ran up came in my house took all my shit

Fuck 12 all my niggas just duck 12
12 gauge make a nigga taste buck shells
Three times four nigga dat twelve
I can't trust these niggas they singing like Maxwell
Bacc in them days I had me a Nextel
Fucked on yo bitch in a neck well
When you get the green without a yard sale
They sayin you move weight like barbell (that's deep)
Smokin on gas OG
Three for the 10 buyin ass nigga you too cheap
They said they didn't want me in Memphis in May
Well I'm in this bitch I got Drake in the Jeep No cap I got Drake in the Jeep
He like to ride under my seat
I got a bitch named Keiana she work at Le Bouhner she go get my money for me
I heard the opps talkin everyday but it feels like these niggas runnin from me
Yesterday I spent bout 200k nigga like it was nothin to me
I count that money to sleep
Let's load up them Glocks and have fun for a week
That bitch got ass it's petite
I don't know I'ma Crip so you know I'ma C

Pull up in a car that's bout my size
I get the ass like a car ride
She taller than me and got nice thighs
I bend her over to my size
My drug dealer said that the price rised
Now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy
I set that boy up about four times
I hit the man with the close line

All this fooey ass Louie, Burberry and Gucci
Lil nigga yo clothes lying
I hit yo bitch from the back and I smack on her booty now that means yo hoe mine
He got a fresh fade from Matt Bands
Put a hole in his head he got no line
He got a scholarship from St. France
Add another one now he got no mind
Don't shake hands with the opps bitch we ain't with the partnerships
Nine to his head Igoudala-ship
I'm on a yatch with a nigga named Andre
You could say this Igoudala-ship
I need a bitch that look some like Beyoncé
But she gotta have Rihanna hips
I'm bout that action no verb I say just one word
And you'll see a hundred crips
I'm a blue Benjamin and you a Jefferson
I got so many bitch can run a marathon
Quit all that Instagram cappin you don't really carry guns
And that lil hoe that you lovin that's the bitch we sharing on

Late night creep
I been searching for em for a week
I found his ID
I'ma kill that nigga where he sleep
This a IG
Bitch I be thuggin hard in the streets
I saw a young nigga loose his heart in the street
The nigga shot yo nigga in the car that was me
Search for bout five days
Shoot with two hands not sideways
You on that gun play
Doon doon doon what that gun say
Leave a man dead in his driveway
Mean muggin the shit this that I play
Up on him first that's what I say
Can't let today be my die day
Hop off the porch with dat Glock like it's Friday
Naw I ain't Craig
I'm walking around this bih like I'm Debo
Ima put the gun to his head make him get low
They gas a nigga up at Citgo
A nigga got the ups cause the truck that we got is a rental
30 on me hangin out long like a limo
Fucc ya baby daddy and his weak ass demo
Call up the plug and tell him to send mo
(I need that shit now nigga)
Crips on the left side
Bloods on the right side
These niggas hoes 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 east side
Gang unit constantly askin these questions
But I can not show y'all my c side (no talkin)
I plead the fifth but I'm three quiet yep
Fucc wrong with these guys yep
I keep the strap in my car when I go to court
Police see me I throw peace sign
A lot of opps niggas sayin they gon get rich well lil bitch just keep tryin
Why the opps niggas be up on bitch shit
I don't know why them bitches keep dying
On Crip

Them niggas get the fuck
Down right mothafuckin now
Told me to get the fuck
Down right mothafuckin now