Migos - f** 12 lyrics

Call rel money, talm bout money Nothing but hunnids Thats the sound of them mocking birds and they humming Bow bow prow, that's them hollow tips as they comin Up with yo skirt! Woo woo, f** Gwinnett County f**! Da f**? Aye throw that sh**, throw that sh** 12 outside Hurry up man, hurry up man Let go n***a, let's go put em up It's a knock at my front door 12 kickin' in my front door Now we running out the back door Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando It's a knock at my front door 12 kickin' in my front door Now we running out the back door Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando It's a knock on my front door They looking for Takeoff, they heard on the streets I be selling that blow (who?) It's a pot on a stove Up in a bowl, 100 blunts rolled (gas) I hit the back door Me and Quavo meet Offset at the store Call real money, talking bout money Nothing but hunnids That's the sound of them mocking birds as they humming That's them hollow tips as they coming Pull up, I skirt in the Audi Hit 200 on the highway Skip going crazy in Mazzie Driving like a n***a caught a body Next day pull up in the Rari Versace my belt like Ed-Hardy's I'm selling them burgers like Hardee's My white boy he told me I'm gnarly It's a knock at my front door 12 kickin' in my front door Now we running out the back door Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando Man f**, my mama hit my phone 12 in my home, they won't leave me alone Might flush that work Skip 'bout to dip, he running with a zip It's 100 on 'em, made a quick trip Make a U-Turn, get outta here Too-too many snakes in the gra**, man somebody telling Here go 10 bands skip, get his cerebellum What you mean hand you the pistol? Here the Mac-11 It's six o'clock right now, I want the n***a dead at 7 Got off the phone with Gucci, he told us we on the news We all over the channels, 4, 5, 11, and 2 He said, "Be safe lil' bruh, just hit me when you need some money" We taking G-4 private plane, we 'bout to leave the country It's a knock at my front door 12 kickin' in my front door Now we running out the back door Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando