Intro: F**k 12

It's Wizzop

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I still don't give a fuck how a fuck boy feel

How you go' keep it real and your diamonds not real?

I do it so big, I make a hater feel lil'

I can't tell you why they're hating but I have an idea

You never liked me, probably don't like me still

But a **** liking me ain't never paid my bills

I'm the realest **** living, let's get one thing clear

And if you wanna get it popping, we can do it right here

I ain't never been embarrassed, I ain't never felt fear

I got post traumatic stresses like I can't shed tears

I ain't even been out six months, but I spent six mill

Got a million dollar grin and a ten million dollar crib

And my heart done turned brrr, brrr, like my ad-libs

In the kitchen going skrrt, skrrt, trying to make a meal

Got these bitches screaming "Bling Blaow"

Diamonds in my ear

I send my shooters then it's pow, pow

Another tatted tear

Yeah, it's 2016, so it's Guwop year

When I was sixteen, I was making drug deals

These **** say they getting money, I can't really tell

I made more money than them and I was in a jail cell

I'ma say it once again, trust God fuck 12

A real street **** will never ever call 12

Say it once again, trust God fuck 12

A real street **** will never ever call 12

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Hah

It's Gucci

It's Guwop

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Fuck 12, guap

Fuck 12, guap

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