12AM IN THE A (feat. Lil Rae)

Just sold a pound, went out of town, sell two more when I land

I just sold a pound, went out of, hold on, hold on

I'm in the A, outside at 12 a.m., won't catch me at no light

GSP be scared to get behind me, they wouldn't know this a strike

My shooter tryna walk down with no mask on, tell him, "Don't do it, no, it's alright"

Ain't doin' no wreckin', every time we on the chase, I'm known to come get this bitch right

I can't even cap, my mind on the same shit, got all these racks, I'm still ain't changin'

Hold on, I'm really from the Westside, why she the only shit I'm claimin'?

Just me and my G-Flex, know I'm havin' real skills, shoot this bitch, no aimin' (Uh, say what?)

Said he wanna be famous, gon' die for all that clout you chasin'

Better watch your back, know you a target, ****

You did that to yourself

You dissed me in your song, you dumb as fuck, you askin' for the belt

This opp ho think she got one, just don't know I played her to the left

Finna start a class, I gotta teach these **** how to step

I stomp the gas, you won't see me again, can't wait 'til GT free again

Uh, these **** broke, ain't got no paper, can't show me a ten

Lil' twin gon' spaz out every time, don't care what mood he in

Just sold a pound, went out of town, sell two more when I land

Come through with .308s, I heard he tryna troll, stop all that playin'

This lil' ho ran her mouth, I can't fuck with a fan (What?)

And we be on that hot shit, gotta ride 'round with a fan

Come through, kidnap your mans, watch out for that all-white minivan (It's up)

Twin sold a couple bags, we gon' sell more soon as he land

All that poppin' out the mouth gon' make me and twin flip your Jag' (Damn)

My stick came with a fifty, ****, don't ask me why I'm saggin' (Fuck you talkin' 'bout, ****?)

Send a blitz on him like Madden

Make a **** run like Harris

I'm 'bout to chase that pussy boy down with a switch

Sad to say, but it's the truth (Uh)

MLK really died for shit like this (It's true)

I was broke, couldn't afford a nugget, ****, it's fifty on my wrist

Now I'm up, can't tell me nothin', ****, I'm turnt like Jimi Hendrix

I'm in the A, outside at 12 a.m., won't catch me at no light

GSP be scared to get behind me, they wouldn't know this a strike

My shooter tryna walk down with no mask on, tell him, "Don't do it, no, it's alright"

Ain't doin' no wreckin', every time we on the chase, I'm known to come get this bitch right

I can't even cap, my mind on the same shit, got all these racks, I'm still ain't changin'

Hold on, I'm really from the Westside, why she the only shit I'm claimin'?

Just me and my G-Flex, know I'm havin' real skills, shoot this bitch, no aimin' (Uh, say what?)

Said he wanna be famous, gon' die for all that clout you chasin'