12, 12, 12, 12

12, 12, 12, 12

12, 12, 12, 12

12, 12, 12, 12

There go 12, my ****, you better bail, my ****

Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell, my ****

You better run, my ****, 'cause here they come, my ****

Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun, my ****

There go 12, my ****, you better bail, my ****

Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell, my ****

You better run, my ****, 'cause here they come, my ****

Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun, my ****

Orange suit, shower, shoes, jailhouse tattoos

I keep money on my book, I live the life of a crook

Ain't no sunshine, ****, I'm just doin' my time

When I touch down on the block, I'm poppin' bottles of wine

Gucci Mane, I'm a motherfuckin' G

I'm looking out for 12 'cause they lookin' out for me

And if I see them crackers, then a **** gotta skeet

Can't let them pussy boys play a **** off the street

And plus a **** gotta pack a fat gun, if he tote a crack bomb

Never caught a dope case? Don't try to catch one

First one to skeet on my feet, be them air force ones

Running like a slave in them days of the hot sun

You gon' get locked up, you froze up, they rolled up

Popped and got hit with that billy club, it's swole up

Mama mad as hell 'cause she gotta bail your tail out

Tired of the stress, so she put your stupid ass out

Back doing the same thing, sellin' crack cocaine

Police know your name, but you just won't lay low, man

It's a dirty game when you slangin' them birdies

Got caught with a brick, and they hit the trick with 30

Probably gon' do ten but a dub on that paper, man

Trappin' in Decatur better run from them haters, man (12, 12)

You better run from them haters, man (12, 12)

Better run from them haters, man

There go 12, my ****, you better bail, my ****

Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell, my ****

You better run, my ****, 'cause here they come, my ****

Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun, my ****

There go 12, my ****, you better bail, my ****

Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell, my ****

You better run, my ****, 'cause here they come, my ****

Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun, my ****

The police, DCPD the crime rate gone increase

And if I'm rusty brave, bring your Glock and leave your pepper spray

A paddy wagon full of yay, is you asking where I stay?

Getting paid off the money from a drug raid

Idolized by the innocent American youth

I'm with these billy clubs, big gats and them bulletproofs

That's why these cop killer bullets in my clip

I'm infiltratin' your vest and drawing some smiley faces on your chest

911 in my community is a waste of time

They don't prevent the shit, but come when you commit the crime

Then put a flag on a casket when a pig drops

What about my boy who got popped by that corrupt cop?

We got the right, to get our ass whopped on sight

Policeman by day, a fucking Klans-man by night

I'm shooting birds at your ass standin' on the corner

Fuck dodging 12, let's just go waitin' on 'em

There go 12, my ****, you better bail, my ****

Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell, my ****

You better run, my ****, 'cause here they come, my ****

Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun, my ****

There go 12, my ****, you better bail, my ****

Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell, my ****

You better run, my ****, 'cause here they come, my ****

Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun, my ****