12 lyrics

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
10 milli yo, sponsored by CMG
Mac a write a book about who owe me
pus*y ass n*ggas gone D.I.E., on sight, A.S.A.P
n*gga say he gonna snatch my chain
n*gga better know my name
Suicide man the boy insane
He lost his mind that n*gga lost his point
If I'm beefing with a n*gga I'll f*ck his baby momma
Get all in her head and tell that b*tch that I love her
Send a pack to my partner
Send a demo to a cousin
Ooh I got his ass in the oven
I just seen this money turn a pretty b*tch ugly
Time made a n*gga turn state on his cousin
b*tch broke up the whole squad for the pus*y
Never be us, swear to god, or we pus*y
I f*ck with Snootie Wild the strong way
All I know is yayo like the song say
Money dont fold, its the long way
Slow grand, took the long way
My n*ggas my n*ggas forever
Enemies, enemies forever
b*tch you whatever
Like Meek said there's levels
And choppers are devils
Got extended on .40 Glocks, I love my Beretta
I might just be a gun fanatic cause my eagle a Desert
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I've been selling crack since I was 12
Still trying to duck 12 (yep)
Old school Chevy for twelves
And two grams short no scales
n*gga that 12
I don't hit the club before 12
I never f*ck with no 12
My b*tch is on 12
And my status so hot
I ain't trying to f*ck nothing else, yup!

[Verse 2: Snootie Wild]
All a n*gga move is bells
And I move them in dark after 12
Four years locked in a cell and they let me out, n*gga, 'round 12
GD is what a n*gga bank and it's nothing but love screaming 12
f*ck with a mothaf*cking client
I'll send your whole crew straight to hell
n*gga hit a lick for like 12 blocks
Caught a motherf*cker slipping by the mailbox
My young n*gga got hit with like six shots
That's why a n*gga walk around here shellshocked
I don't hit the club 'til 12
12 o'clock on my rollie
n*gga might work for the 12
Motherf*cker don't know me
Partner called me out for a b*tch, so a n*gga had to bail
Big brother Gotti told me, don't trust sh*t in this world
12!
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I've been selling crack since I was 12
Still trying to duck 12 (yep)
Old school Chevy for twelves
And two grams short no scales
n*gga that 12
I don't hit the club before 12
I never f*ck with no 12
My b*tch is on 12
And my status so hot
I ain't trying to f*ck nothing else, yup!

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I've been selling crack since I was 12
Still trying to duck 12 (yep)
Old school Chevy for twelves
And two grams short no scales
n*gga that 12
I don't hit the club before 12
I never f*ck with no 12
My b*tch is on 12
And my status so hot
I ain't trying to f*ck nothing else, yup!