Lyrics
(Yo, yo, fuck him up, though)
(Why he saying he calling the police?)
(Why he mad?)
(Why he saying he calling the police?)
(Why he mad?)
(Chill, boy, chill, boy)
Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names
He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope game
Choppa Adele, love the way that pole sing
They gave him shells, he got hit from close range
Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring
Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain
All by myself, hop out when the door swing
Bro give him hell, he just light the torch, sting (uh)
Tell me who you rockin' with
So we can hit they block and spin it
Hang with the opposites, then he gon' hear that choppa' spittin'
Crash 'bout that guap, I'm with it
Splash at his top and split it
Max love to hop out, hittin'
Masked up with all my villains
Nobody loved me back when I ain't have a bowl to piss in
Couldn't get none, right 'fore I got up on this road to riches
Stuck by my lonely with this nine, don't need no codefendant
Ain't no support, got on my grind, nobody loaned a penny
Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names
He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope game
Choppa Adele, love the way that pole sing
They gave him shells, he got hit from close range
Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring
Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain
All by myself, hop out when the door swing
Bro give him hell, he just light the torch, sting (uh)
I been on that paper trail, never was a school guy
Grindin' 'til my pockets double-stuffed just like a Moon Pie
Hop out with that glizzy, tannin' blocks, you win, just you and I
I've been screamin, "4TS," but still rock with my coolest guys
We could get it, do or die, your's or mine, set it up
We got all the switches and 'em forty-fives, hella guns
I won't drop a diss, I tell them shooters slide, wet 'em up
My brodie got hits, you know them savages ain't lettin' up
Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names
He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope games
Choppa Adele, love the way that pole sing
They gave him shells, he got hit from close range
Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring
Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain
All by myself, hop out when the door swing
Bro give him hell, he just light the torch, sting
Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names
Choppa Adele, love the way that pole sing
WRITERS
Bakari Ward, Danny Snodgrass, Geno Gitas, John Luther
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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