12 Shots Lyrics

They, said they wanted chill, well it's not this

I'm, ghetto like a Fanta and some hot chips

Just, gunning for the top, let's see em top this

You, try to clip my wings, I'm making hot clips

Getting drunk in the day, feeling toxic

Boxing anyone thinking that I'm not shit

12 shots in the club, but no hot chicks

Shells drop, ding-ding like some chop sticks

They, said they wanted chill, well it's not this

I'm, ghetto like a Fanta and some hot chips

Just, gunning for the top, let's see em top this

You, try to clip my wings, I'm making hot clips

Getting drunk in the day, feeling toxic

Boxing anyone thinking that I'm not shit

12 shots in the club, but no hot chicks

Shells drop, ding-ding like some chop sticks

21 gun salute, you can't stop this

Best to just rock with, the ones dropping hot shit

Now the 808 feels like a drop-kick

Exploding like a mob hit, you'll know it when the knob sticks

Know you hate every time that I drop shit

But your stop sign, look, sorry ain't gonna stop shit

Earned all the stripes, so I'm trying to get the spots next

See me with the chop stick, screaming out, watch this

Luciano, face tattooed and skin fade

On a ball, parole calling since the 10th grade

Heaven sent, but I swear I was sin made

Pour it up, lemme know how the shit taste

They, said they had enough best to not shoot

Then they, said they wanted more, but just not you

So I, headed to the top like a boss do

Then I, told him he could pack and keep the box too

Got a call from my partner, said he out now

So I'm on 75, headed southbound

See me out, don't wanna run your mouth now

Cuz in the consoles where I keep that pow-pow

You ain't ever shot a gun, let's take a test

Potato on the barrel only makes a mess

Put your keyboard down, n just take rest

Don't copy, click, paste, you could fake it less

They, said they wanted chill, well it's not this

I'm, ghetto like a Fanta and some hot chips

Just, gunning for the top, let's see em top this

You, try to clip my wings, I'm making hot clips

Getting drunk in the day, feeling toxic

Boxing anyone thinking that I'm not shit

12 shots in the club, but no hot chicks

Shells drop, ding-ding like some chop sticks

They, said they wanted chill, well it's not this

I'm, ghetto like a Fanta and some hot chips

Just, gunning for the top, let's see em top this

You, try to clip my wings, I'm making hot clips

Getting drunk in the day, feeling toxic

Boxing anyone thinking that I'm not shit

12 shots in the club, but no hot chicks

Shells drop, ding-ding like some chop sticks