Lyrics:
they're up to
Oh no
Oh you think I'm drunk
Cuz my voice pop off like a 12 gauge pump
Oh you think my crunk
Come from some booger sugar that I bumped
They
is wrong
Glaze finna get his mothafuckin' rap on
So would whack DJ's back up off the 12 gauges
Give him some room
While the boom from the stage is
stretchin' up to the dashboard,
Wasn't thinkin' how I'd probly get hurt, by a mad dad's 12-gauge in a supercharged Ford,
We were drunk on good love and fun,
dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah]
And show 'em how
callin'
Can I get some more?
Hell, 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what
and couldn't hear my case
He said get out my face and musta had a grudge
His reply tell that bullshit to the judge
The girl I was with wasn't sayin nothin
I
and yellin
And tellin and look at this young punk bailin
I heard a knock on the door without the password
And her mom's got the 12 guage mossberg
The nigga
and couldn't hear my case
He said get out my face and musta had a grudge
His reply tell that bullshit to the judge
The girl I was with wasn't sayin nothin
I
Cricket
Now it's a 12 gauge in the bag
2 fat shells on my lap
Might get hit when it slaps
GBOSAAA
Bodies gonn drop if u touch my darg
GBOSAAA
If I ain't
been living in
I couldn’t gauge every problem within
Hoping it wouldn’t hurt me again
VERSE 1
Ayye got the OG’s whip now I got my boo in the ride
The AC
callin'
Can I get some more?
Hell, 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what
them that he was suicidal.
(chorus) rage, 12 gauge, one mo down
Page, my age, I'm a clown(3 times)
I'm a clown in every word you heard, mitch bade hatas
me pop my shit
Drama still added on, stayin' positive
All my niggas on my side, on the opposite
Get money from a show, then deposit it (Ugh)
Your
on your feet
So you can pray for the weak and
Be my prey for the week (Let's go)
Disciples that'll hold a twelve
Gauge when they preach
Writing scriptures
now I get that cash sell perico and hydro
Money in the stash like my brother Geraldo
So fall back and look at the new don the 12 gauge fold niggas
pronouncin it right)
12 gauge unload now your brain exposed
gotta get up out dis game because its gettin to drastic
dodgin bullets cause dey wanna make my
Sleepwalkin stalkin runnin with the guage up under this murderous spell now
Consider me hellbound, crossin my path, i'ma drop this 12-guage shell down
bands
You can hold my hands
At a soldiers stance
But we can only dance
We can freak (We can freak)
Freak if you want (We can freak)
We can freak (We can
kinda sporty
Flying with ma bro Xeno it be like Rick and morty
I be goin up with a 12 gauge shotty
Big mac you can feel a nigga caught a body
Jumpin out
a freak, you're a freak, you're a
You're a freak
Hella pale like Twilight, had to get her up
Into my room and give her my bite
When the sky's bright, she
and girls for breakfast
You're a titan of the nuclear age
Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge
And you love the game, that's why you boast
Because
mines
You've been on my mind pon de long time
Grab you by de Waistline Im'a make you mines
You've been on my mind pon de long time baby (We could)
Freak
the po-po stop me, me, me
Man fuck the police, lice, lice
I been focused on me
And my Black boy joy
I be focused on myself, but the police makin noise
Get up
and slam his parent's street
When I blast, bullets spit faster than MC Hammer beats
I be damned if he get a chance to sleep
I clamp the magazine in my gun
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