Lyrics:
And I'm a well-made, hell raising, son of a 12 gauge
Been on my Coolio since the Kenan and Kel days
For everybody born in the 90's
Come and find me
mask up on the freeway and
A shoot-out on the news ghost ride the whip
Using that skull up on the AK
Spray through the
Run the police-issued 12 gauge (On
I go from 12 coming to tucking Tuck coming?
Done skeeted on my money the way I fuck up hundreds
I'm in the booth with Jay Prime
He hear me talking
cordial like this killa 'posed to
And I wish you would really try to come test me
You break bread with niggaz that know you, I can show you
Slowly rollin
on you with that 12-gauge ultimatum
Like give it up, all that shit
Yeah, give it up
They call me Dr. Greenthumb
Because I got the Midas touch
Roll
me shave off my dreads
Aye, aye... By any means I’ve got to get bread
A nigga family got to get fed
Can’t let them see me hang my head
Aye, aye... So
Start doing shows
Just to sell out arenas
I came with zeros
Like Gilbert Arenas
I’m counting up
Counting up checks now
Shoot with the hallows
And tote me
funny
By any means necessary I must make my money
If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
In this world
pages
Practice our aim we shooting at ranges
We number one, don't question our ages
Still fuck 12, but we keeping the gauges
Setting these trends, they
Below's upon the feet
Now Adam 12 got me in this 20/20
So I'm double oh seven about my four one one
Seventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat
up slugs
(Show me love!) All of why'all biches want to ride with us
(Mask and gloves!) Up when it's time to fuck bitches
(Wanna be loved!) All you
Q rap woo
12 am in las Vegas taking shots
Am show this fucking haters
What i got
5 O clock in the morning busting nuts
Got yo bitch riding on me
want racks up (Ooh)[00:33.98]OD yeah bitch I'm fucked up (Yuh)[00:35.41]12 gauge, Gon send out them slugs (Slugs)[00:37.39]Get yo body blown
and there
Get money and splash some cash over there
Get litty and party hard over there
We get tired and we do it again
I was 12 years old when I seen that
Bear with me
I just took 12 or more shots
Im feeling like ja
Scary thing is once I start I don't know how to stop
Its straight to the top
Get special
this black wants payback
I rack up killin' stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump
Massive hardware's in my trunk
Creepin' low and slow
black wants payback
I rack up killin stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge pump
Massive hardware's in my trunk
Creepin low and slow
There's one,
good, yeah, yeah
So good, this life I finally live
And feels so real
So real this freedom I finally feel
Show me the money
Money makes the world go
when the numbers low enough
Eye soccet can't see unless close enough
Yo girl on knees how I show a succer love
Only real 1's with me no body puccer up
Nigga it's my crown
So you spend how you want try to live to the fullest
Show them haters that big nigga now few is included
If you that love that money
a 12-gauge double barrel shotgun, I own a regular shotgun, I own a regular hunting rifle, I own a 9mm, a 357, a 45 handgun, a 38 special, and, erm... I own
God bless y'all
Killuminatiall through my body
Blows like a 12-gauge shotty
I told Punch I’d probably get
Assassinated by the government
He probably
to the club and im throwin money
People go fake when i show da money
He gon get killed if he acting funny
And his bitch she know she love me
She just want my
be draining
I want a women to show me her love
I need me an angel to watch up above
I need me 12-gauge stuffed with them slugs
I need me them racks
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