F 12

[Intro: Luhh Dyl & Tee Grizzley]

Yeah

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Slow down, uh-huh (J Gramm)

[Verse 1: Luhh Dyl]

Okay, one, remember, without God, then you ain't nothin'

Gotta face your problems like a man, can't let 'em see you run

When it's beef, all the opps retreat, so this beef shit ain't fun

Keep my heat right under my seat, no, I can't go for nothin'

Alright, two, when did these niggas get tough up out the blue?

Football ain't work for 'em, I guess they tryin' somethin' new

Don't ask why I go hard, I always dreamed of stars up in the roof

Luhh Dyl a safety hazard, he cause fires in the booth

Okay, three, do your homework 'fore you try to step to me

I'm with glitch and we behind tint with an AR next to me

That nigga ain't did what I did, how dare you put him next to me?

Drac' get wild, it might hit a child, so pick your destiny

Okay, four, by the time I count to five, we at your door

Like, what you want? If you say it's smoke, then put it on the floor

Okay, six, better not leave without your blick, like keep it close

Couple niggas died from doin' that, so I know how it go

Make an eight, then go blow it all for nights that we ain't ate

Know I skipped seven, but, shit, that's where I'm from, I got away

If I fuck with you, then nine, but if not, ten is what you pay

Ever since eleven, I had dreams of rockin' out the stage

Fuck 12, they still got cuz locked up behind the cage

Thirteen an hour what dukes made, we was livin' underpaid

We took L's, but now all is well, I charge it to the game

Forth quarter, ball was in my hands, I clutched it for the gang, ooh

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]

Clutched up for the whole gang (Clutch)

Clutched up, won the whole game (Clutch)

Niggas ain't got no pape', ain't got no rank, they some no-names (Fuckin' lames)

Put lettuce on you, romaine

Got chicken chicken, Rocaine (Chicken chicken)

Before music and GTA, I only played the dope game (You know that)

I was taught be quiet, let that cake talk, frr, frr (Frr)

I was taught be quiet, let them K's talk, frr, frr (Frr)

New Maybach 680 black and white, look like an eight-ball (Shit)

Hate a strong word, but all you bitch niggas, I hate y'all (I hate 'em)

When I'm in the city, where I post is like the Navy base (Know that)

Hundred Glocks, eighty Dracs, twenty of 'em fullies, gang (You know that)

Knew how to make noodles, but I had to learn to cook the K (Know that)

Trappin' in the snow, no winter coats, we had on hoodies, gang (You know that)

Drivin' through the O with all these pills to buy some Trues and WICs (Trappin')

I come back with more blues than the Bills, that's why she choosin' me (She on me)

I was hittin' hoes from Arbor Hills 'cause we ran through the D (We hit 'em all)

Dodged all them cases, all them shells, bitch, I'm too elite (Know that)

[Verse 3: Luhh Dyl]

All she did was take two shots, now she can't keep her hands off

When you playin' in the shit I play with, wash your hands off

I ain't lyin', touched my first ten and broke my mans off

I ain't lyin', by the time I count to five, I'll bet his head off

All she did was take two shots, now she can't keep her hands off

When you playin' in the shit I play with, wash your hands off

I ain't lyin', touched my first ten and broke my mans off

I ain't lyin', by the time I count to five, I'll bet his head off