12

[Chorus]

There go 12 my nigga

You better bail my nigga

Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga

You better run my nigga

Cus here they come my nigga

Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga

There go 12 my nigga

You better bail my nigga

Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga

You better run my nigga

Cus here they come my nigga

Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga

[Verse 1]

Orange suit, shower, shoes, jail house tattoos

I keep money on my book, I live the life of a crook

Ain't no sunshine nigga, i'm just doin' my time

When I touch down on the block i'm poppin' bottles of wine

Gucci Mane, i'm a motherfuckin' G

I'm looking out for twelve cus they looking out for me

And if I see them crackers then a nigga gotta skeet

Can't let them pussy boys play a nigga off the street

And plus a nigga gotta pack a fat gun, if he tote a crack bomb

Never caught a dope case, Don't try to catch one

First one to skeet on my feet be them air force ones

Running like a slave in them days of the hot sun

You gone get locked up, you froze up, they rolled up

Popped and got hit with that billy club, it's swole up

Mama mad as hell cus she gotta bail your tail out

Tired of the stress, so she put your stupid ass out

Back doing the same thing, selling crack cocaine

Police know your name, but you just won't lay low man

It's a dirty game when you slangin' them birdies

Got caught with a brick, and they hit the trick with 30

Probably gone do 10 but a dub on that paper man

Trappin' in Decatur better run from them haters man

You better run from them haters man

Better run  from them haters man

[Chorus]

There go 12 my nigga

You better bail my nigga

Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga

You better run my nigga

Cus here they come my nigga

Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga

There go 12 my nigga

You better bail my nigga

Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga

You better run my nigga

Cus here they come my nigga

Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga

[Verse 2]

The police, DCPD, the crime rate gone increase

And if arrested, brave bring your Glock, and leave your pepper spray

A paddy wagon full of yay, is you asking where I stay?

Getting paid off the money from a drug raid

Idolized by the innocent American youth

I'm with these billy clubs, big gats and them bulletproofs

That's why these cop killer bullets in my clip

I'm infiltrating your vest and drawing some smiley faces on your chest

9-1-1 in my community is a waste of time

They don't prevent the shit, but come when you commit the crime

Then put a flag on a casket when a pig drops

What about my boy who got popped by that corrupt cop?

We got the right, to get our ass whopped on sight

Police man by day, a fucking Klans-man by night

I'm shooting birds at your ass standing on the corner

Fuck dodging 12, lil jits go waiting on em

[Chorus]

There go 12 my nigga

You better bail my nigga

Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga

You better run my nigga

Cus here they come my nigga

Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga

There go 12 my nigga

You better bail my nigga

Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga

You better run my nigga

Cus here they come my nigga

Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga