No Chorus Part 12 By BlocBoy JB
Them niggas get the *** down
Right motherfuckin’ now
Told ’em get the *** down
Right motherfuckin’ now
Pull up in a car that’s ’bout my size (My size)
I get the ass like a car ride, yeah (Skrr)
She taller than me and got nice thighs (Woo, woo, woo)
I bend her over to my size (Yeah)
My drug *** said that the price rised (Nah)
Now it’s no more Mr. Nice Guy (Yeah)
I set that boy up about four times (Tay Keith, *** these niggas up!)
I hit the man with the close line (Aight let’s go)
Yeah, hold on, yeah, no chorus 12
Twelve, twelve, twelve, *** 12, ***
Man the *** ran up came in my house took all my ***
[?] motherfucka but guess what now, ***
*** ’em ***, hmmm (Yeah, ayy)
*** 12, all my niggas just duck 12
Twelve gauge make a *** taste buck shells (Facts)
Three times four, *** that’s twelve (Twelve)
I can’t trust these niggas they singing like Maxwell (Oh)
Back in them days I had me a Nextel
*** on your *** and the neck well (Well)
When you get the green without a yard sale
They sayin’ you move weight like [?], that’s deep (That’s on my momma)
Smokin’ on gas OG (Gas)
Three for the ten, buyin’ ass *** you too cheap (Cheap)
They said they didn’t want me in Memphis in May
Well I’m in this *** I got Drac’ in the Jeep (Facts)
No cap I got Drac’ in the Jeep (Drac’)
He like to ride under my seat
I got a *** named Keyanna, she work at [?], she go get my money for me (Ayy)
I heard the opps talkin’ everyday, but it feels like these niggas runnin from me
Yesterday, yeah I spent ’bout two hunnid K, *** like it was nothin’ to me (Yeah)
I count that money to sleep (Yeah)
Let’s load up them Glocks and have fun for a week (Yeah, yeah)
That *** got ass [?] (Woo)
I don’t know I’m a Crip, so you know I’m a C (Crip)
Pull up in a car that’s ’bout my size (Skrr, skrr)
I get the ass like a car ride (Yeah)
She taller than me and got nice thighs (Uh)
I bend her over to my size (Yeah, that’s on my momma)
My drug *** said that the price rised
Now it’s no more Mr. Nice Guy (Yeah)
I set that boy up about four times (Uh)
I hit the man with the close line (Line, line)
All this [?] Louis, Burberry and Gucci, lil’ *** yo clothes lyin’ (Lyin’, lyin’)
I hit your *** from the back and I smack on her booty now that means yo *** mine (That’s mine)
He got a fresh fade from [?] put a hole in his head he got no line (Woah)
He got a scholarship from St. France, add another one now he got no mind (Fool)
Don’t shake hands with the opps, *** we ain’t with the partnerships
Nine to his head [?] ship (Yeah)
I’m on a yatch with a *** named Andre, you could say this [?] ship (Facts)
I need a *** that look some like Beyonce but she gotta have Rihanna hips (Skrr)
I’m ’bout that action, no verb I say just one word and you’ll see a hunnid crips (Ooh woo)
I’m a blue Benjamin and you a Jefferson (A Jefferson)
I got so many ***, can run a marathon (A marathon)
Quit all that Instagram cappin’, you don’t really carry guns (You lackin’)
And that lil’ *** that you lovin’, that’s the *** we sharin’ on (***)
Late night creep (Creep)
I been searchin’ for ’em for a week (Yeah, yeah)
I found his ID (ID)
I’ma *** that *** where he sleep (Yeah, yeah)
This a IG (Woah)
*** I be thuggin’ hard in the streets (The streets)
I saw a young *** loose his heart in the street
The *** shot your *** in the car that was me (That was me, that was me)
Search for ’bout five days (Five days)
Shoot with two hands not sideways (Raah)
You on that *** play
Doo-doo, doo-doo, what that *** say
Leave a man dead in his driveway (Uh)
Mean muggin’, the *** that I play (I play)
Up on him first that’s what I say (I say)
Can’t let today be my die day (Die day)
Hop off the porch with that Glock like it’s Friday (Friday)
Nah I ain’t Craig
I’m walkin’ around this bih like I’m Deebo (Deebo)
I’ma put the *** to his head make him get low (Get low)
They gas a *** up at the [?] go
A *** got the up ’cause the truck that we got is a rental (Skrr)
.30 on me, hangin’ out long like a limo
*** your baby daddy and his weak ass demo (*** him)
Call up the plug and tell him to send mo’ (I need that *** now ***)
Crips on the left side (Yeah)
Bloods on the right side (Yeah)
These niggas hoes they play in the middle but we know them *** ain’t gon ride (Facts)
I got a *** she straight out the West
But I’m ’bout to show her the Eastside (Eastside, ***)
Gang unit calling askin’ these questions
But I can not show y’all my C side (No talkin’)
I plead the fifth but I’m three quiet (Yeah)
*** wrong with these guys (Yeah)
I keep the strap in my car when I go to court, police see me I throw peace sign (Peace)
A lot of opps niggas sayin’ they gon’ get rich, well lil’ *** just keep tryin’ (Tryin’)
Why the opps niggas be up on *** ***?
I don’t know that’s why them *** keep dyin’, on Crip
Them niggas get the *** down
Right motherfuckin’ now
Told ’em get the *** down
Right motherfuckin’ now
Hahah
You know what I’m sayin’
That’s why them *** keep dyin’