[Verse 1]:
I ain't going back to jail n***a f** 12
Tryna hold me down p**y yeah I paid bail
p**y n***a snitchin' so they tried to give me 12 (years)
Plus a mother f**in' L
Elbow, hell nah I got those
Jugged a mothaf**a for a elbow
Caught his a** down bad right on Gresham Road
Did his a** real bad right at the Texaco
Then I split that sh** off right on Bouldercrest Road
Right there at the mother f**in' Texaco
Yeah… at the Texaco… at the Texaco
[Verse 2]:
b**h im Bouldercrest shawty
Gotta keep a 40
These n***as claim they bout it where's yo 40?
Nudy got that 30 hanging out the end of yo 40
I ain't never seen you walking with that Glock 40
That 40 with that 30 with that extension is you wit it?
You know i like them 30s you can call me king extension
And all my money stenchin' yea it take a long distance
To try to touch a n***a like me is you tripping
You must ain't got not heart
p**y n***a I ain't got no heart
You must think you the one thought you was gon' pull my card
You must got me f**ed up boy do I look like your broad
Mother f**er do I look like a dil*o I ain't no toy
I will do you down bad
I will do you wrong
You better stay in the child's play cause little boy you not grown
I pull up to yo house I'll take sh** straight to yo home
And you know I'm bout that Georgia sh** yeah I'm takin off yo dome
(load up another one f** that! We gon' spray all this sh** up i don't give a f**!)
I hate these fake a** n***as (all that fake a** gangsta sh**…. p**y!)
[Verse 3]:
First of all…
They wanna be a gangsta then they turn into a b**h
They wanna be a shooter but they turn into a snitch
They got money on my head but n***a I ain't scared of sh**
They claimed they tried to off me n***a i ain't dead yet
Where the f** the checks at
Where the f** yo shooters at
Where the f** them gangsters at that you talking bout
Where the f** them shooters that claim they pulled up at my house
Well they won't pull up right now
Still the same young n***a with that 30 hanging out
Still the same young n***a that'll shoot yo mamas house
Clock that mother f**er with a hundred round drum
I don't give a f** I'll spark that b**h up
That b**h looking just like the Fourth of July
420 b**h smoke that blunt cause I stay high
n***a you not built like I
You more like that mother f**er named T.I
I'm more like Gucci p**y yea I like shooting
Don't make me catch a body b**h @ my slime Nudy
I don't care bout b**hes I just f** all these groupies
And treat these hoes like speds cause all these hoes stupid
[Verse 4]:
n***a shoot at my van b**h I'm bussing back
I ain't put 12 wit no n***a ion know nothin bout that
n***a shoot my grandma house so b**h I'm bussin' back
I ain't put 12 on no n***a ion know bout that
Mama ain't raise no hoe
Mama raised me a kick door
Mama told me as a young n***a
Better go get you some dough
So first thing came to my head i need a Glock that hold 30 more
Soon as I kicked my first door
I found bout a brick or f**in' more
[Outro]:
They ain't know
I ain't know
sh**, so f** em
They ain't gotta know
If they ain't know, then we don't know neither
f** all them mother f**as
All them mother f**as telling
First n***a talk gansta be the last n***a to go f** with 12
Boy you's a b**h!