TWELVE A KEY Lyrics

Grr, bow

Grr, bow

Brr

Way too many motherfuckers talking out they neck lately

Gotta set the record straight

Fuck you, eat my dick

On gang

Ay, fuck all that, let me go in

Let me go in, huh

Sipping on muddy, the molly same color as sand

Look like I went to the beach with a bucket

I don't really give a fuck 'bout jewelry

But if I see your chain better tuck it

Serving a whole bunch of birds them chickens

And I'm way too fried, like I'm in Kentucky

I'm a shooter, for real, did I mention

Walked in with a drum, it's a hundred

He can see me when he see me, but I guarantee

He trackstar, pussy get running

I'm telling you, it's gone be a rainy day

When PG demon get summoned

You quite frankly stupid, think I ain't got money

I Ben like Summrs

Think I give a fuck about my future, you stupid as fuck

Catch a body, like fuck it

Selling that coke at twelve a key

That boy a rat, it's the twelve for me

Selling my soul, it's to hell for me

And I'm still in the trap where the hellions be

Selling that coke at twelve a key

That boy a rat, it's the twelve for me

Selling my soul, it's to hell for me

And I'm still in the trap where the hellions be

Yeah, everybody think shit funny 'til a real deal gangsta walk through the building

I don't give a fuck if I'm a white boy, you can eat my dick

I'll kill you for real

Taking these drugs ease the pain

Sipping on drank, it's Easter pink

Whole lot of money, it's up in the bank

Whole lot of rounds up inside of this tank

Mm, need a second to think

Give me a second, let me get this shit straight

You think you a man, boy, well I'm Saint

Top dog boss, everybody know my rank

I been shooting guns since like Summer '16

Been popping my shit since like 2019

You ain't taking shit off me

Ain't got the gall to fleece

I'll send your ass up where the Lord'll be

Sipping on muddy, the molly same color as sand

Look like I went to the beach with a bucket

I don't really give a fuck 'bout jewelry

But if I see your chain better tuck it

Serving a whole bunch of birds them chickens

And I'm way too fried, like I'm in Kentucky

I'm a shooter, for real, did I mention

Walked in with a drum, it's a hundred

He can see me when he see me, but I guarantee

He trackstar, pussy get running

I'm telling you, it's gone be a rainy day

When PG demon get summoned

You quite frankly stupid, think I ain't got money

I Ben like Summrs

Think I give a fuck about my future, you stupid as fuck

Catch a body, like fuck it

Selling that coke at twelve a key

That boy a rat, it's the twelve for me

Selling my soul, it's to hell for me

And I'm still in the trap where the hellions be

Selling that coke at twelve a key

That boy a rat, it's the twelve for me

Selling my soul, it's to hell for me

And I'm still in the trap where the hellions be