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B12 (Explicit) - Lil Durk
Composed by：Durk Banks
McLaren Speedtail
Six carats in my ear for detail
I be gettin' all my watches retail
Caught a murder he tryna call Meek Mill
Sold him lean but Doodie got his refill
I know real killers act like females
All the trenches ******* give me teeth still
How you kill him
Bro I need the details
Adderall feel like it's mixed with B12
You kept tellin' all my secrets be real
Headshot stop runnin' be still
I can shake a whole block with these pills
This a striker I don't know why you need Ls
Pull up to a whole mosque and pray still
Follow bro car 'cause he got the switch
I don't be poppin' 'cause you died and you diss
Crushin' Perc' inside Sierra Mist
***** was poppin' had to give her a kiss
I ain't puttin' my name on hits
Why you braggin'
N***as ain't kill ****
Hopped out on feet like he ran out of gas
I call him Yeat 'cause he stay with his mask
How you got it but you stay with your mans
Legs tatted had to go get some Vans
Fifteen million cash that's my advance
**** a opp ***** to get in her head
Think I love her I'm tryna plot on her man
Think I love her I'm tryna kill his a*s
You a killer
Jam check his referral
Flawless diamonds you rock it better with curls
On a date I gotta take her to
These Chanel these ain't regular pearls
I'm so high off this X pill
I don't give no **** how my ex feel
Your new n***a ain't put you on no jet still
Why send shots like he a threat
Yeah
Still use cash with the card on file
Check what you drinkin' they water it down
Said what you said you apart of it now
Chance after chance I done gave you a pound
Feds on your a*s gotta bury it now
I popped a Addy I barely pronounce
I bought lil' w**d and it's barely a ounce
Watch how you speak you can bury your spouse
Bro I got Ms and I step on the couch
Ain't got a bond it got inherit amount
My budget two million the killers is out
I get my teeth from the Mouth of the South
Got the location you not in your house
How do it feel to have Glocks in your mouth
I know you broke 'cause they froze your account
Feel like a goofy promotin' the clown
I told my lawyer I'm sober now
Run up a check 'cause I'm older now
Got who we want so it's over now
How you slide but ain't nobody vouch
Counterfeit money ain't nobody count
How you think I got two hundred pounds
Fifties fifties fifties two hundred rounds
Out of jail early you know that he foul
Nike ski mask to cover the brows
No I don't pay 'em I got a couple of styles
I done paid for a couple of trials
I done slaid me a couple of dimes
Callin' now 'cause I ain't **** in a while
I got love for bro he holdin' me down
Frrt hold a couple of rounds
Frrt standin' over him now yeah
I'm so high off this X pill
I don't give no **** how my ex feel
Your new n***a ain't put you on no jet still
Why send shots like he a threat
Yeah
