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V12
Hip-Hop/Rap
V12 was released on November 21, 2025 by larite as a part of the album SPACETIME
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Release DateNovember 21, 2025
Labellarite
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
cartier
cartier
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Branden Ward
Branden Ward
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Space Boy
Space Boy
Producer

Lyrics

I'm Cartier, I'm Cartier
Nah fuck that, I'm Cartier (Bitch)
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
I never, I never, I never huh (Bitch)
Ion even like these drugs, I like getting high
Getting high to fly in the sky
And baby I already said don't talk to me if you see I'm fried
All it took was a pretty light skin and a small lil pill to change my life
They walk beside me in public just to ask me if I'm fried
Don't tell me you don't feel a way knowing everything boutta die
That's why I see myself as a grown up in my big 17 eyes
Let's run it back but this time we handcuffed so I can't lose your sight
These **** be thinkin I'm playin them games, just wait till I pull up with muhfuckin dracs
And I got a bad lil bitch who wan fuck on me, hell nah she wan fuck on the gang
Fake **** askin"how you been?" but they don't care about my health
You should know where yo ass is goin, take your life get sent to hell
I'll send you myself, I did it with no help
We can fuck if you want to but please think how yo **** gon feel
You say that you on sale, you only on clearance girl, and ion got time for this back and forth, you said I'm yours I said oh well
I can't say it, but imma say it, free my **** stuck in the penn
You think yo bitch the one but she won't open up she shut like clam
I got the frosted flakes like Tiger, and my dick is bigger, thankin god for all these muhfuckin sigils
Imma bust the bully trigger, kill a pussy ****, fuck his bitch and take her right out to dinner
Call me E-man, geekatron man, forecast guy, I change the weather
Enough said, my bitch look better and I get her wetter, wetter, wetter
You ain money getter, you ain got no cheddar, all black fit tote Barrettas
Hit ya bitch up, get my meat sucked, cut her off cause we don't go together gether
Thotties comin in, bodies droppin in, Ion give a fuck I am a sinner
Slut a white hoe out, tell her have my kids, now I have a son, I am a winner
One direction, two directions, fuck elections you can't fit in
My side bitch gon call my phone imma hang up then get right back to pissin
I gotta switch up the flow, just know your hoe gon go
She said go slow, I got her on all fours
She on em drugs fasho, she like it when I pose
She said she'll do some O, she fried she call me the goat (The goat)
Oh oh, this my shit fasho
808 boutta buss out the bitch, 808 boutta kick down the door
I gotta call her late at night because I'm fried, and she don't like how it shows
She ask me how my day was I said, who knows?
I'm on a new level today, tomorrow, and the next week, and the next month after that you know how it goes
Recordin in all black off E, if you hear it, if you hear it, let me know, let me know, let me know, let me know
It's crazy, crazy, crazy, feel like I'm on X daily
Dumb bitch think that she gon play me, spin her mans crib in Mercedes
All black, all black, when you stare at me say save me
V12 in the chopped off coupe, you woulda thought the bitch had rabies
(I thought the bitch had rabies, I thought the bitch had rabies)
(I thought the bitch had rabies, I thought the bitch had rabies)
Written by: Branden Ward
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