12pm Toe Tag ft. STITXH Lyrics

Yeah, I'm really, I'm really feelin' myself right now, I'm in the drop top ridin' through

Houston, Weissheim, got my family in the front of me, Big So, Dre

Yea, guess it's only right to get in the booth. Gotta do what I gotta do

Uh, 10am and I'm ridin', I see the lights, Never take a look at the next nigga

Everybody pointin' and they lookin' who that nigga, He made a half a million on his own

Fuck that nigga and that nigga, Over flight, fly in the Rome, I get to order

Put the beef well done on the plate, On your mark, you're set, but I finished

The race, And everybody wanna vote, but they ain't

Watchin' debate , Now that's fake, now I'm real

Bitches still fuckin' and gettin' meals, Homeless still postin' on corner and poppin

Pills, Niggas still poppin' them condoms to get a

Ffeel, And fuck what you heard, nah, nigga, that's

How we live, Nah, it ain't right, but a nigga need it

And I be killin' all these niggas, never need a reason

And I be all up in the pot, tryna find a season

And the only thing I got is the nigga Jesus, And that's a God

Uh, thank a God for a better day, Niggas hatin' on my downfall every day

Niggas tryna bite my style, but I ain't never fade

Standin' on my business, and the money never in the way

Ha ha, fuck around and get your head smashed, Take the what and leave the what

I need the damn cash, I got his body in the bag, get the toe tag

Damn right, I don't never need him, All I need is some mic and some damn speakers

Fuck around and got my stripes, I don't wear Adidas

Fuck around and get your ass beat behind the bleachers

Ha ha, and that's word to my red flag, And if you try to rob me, then you a dead man

Fuck what you heard, shit, it's what I said, man

Try to test me, and you lose your fuckin' head, man

And that's facts, and that's real

Y'all just don't know, man, We got a stitch in this bitch

We always gonna get the work done