Migos – F*ck 12 Lyrics

Migos – F*ck 12 Lyrics
F*ck 12
Migos
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    "F*ck 12." - Migos

    Album: Young Rich N*ggas
    Track No: 09
    (Brrr)
    Call Rel Money, talkin' 'bout money
    Nothing but hunnids
    ('Sup Rel?)
    (Brrr)
    That's the sound of them mocking birds as they hummin'
    (Brrr, brrr)
    (Bow, bow, craow)
    That's them hollow tips as they comin'
    (Boop-boop-boop-shkow)
    (Woo-woo, fuck)
    Gwinnett County
    (Fuck)
    The fuck?
    Aye throw that shit, throw that shit 12 outside
    Hurry up man, hurry up man
    Let go ****
    Let go
    I'm up
    It's a knock at my front door
    (Blaow)
    12 kickin' in my front door
    (Boom, go)
    (Get down!)
    Now we runnin' out the back door
    (Go, go, go, go, go)
    Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando
    (Huh, huh, huh, huh, go, go)
    It's a knock at my front door
    (What the fuck? That's 12)
    (Boom)
    12 kickin' in my front door
    (Boom-boom)
    (Get down!)
    Now we runnin' out the back door
    (Go, go, go, go)
    Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando
    (Huh, huh, huh, huh, go, go, go)
    It's a knock on my front door
    (What the fuck?)
    They lookin' for Takeoff they heard on the streets
    I be sellin' that blow
    (Who?)
    It's a pot on our stove
    Up in a bowl, a hundred blunts roll
    (Gang)
    I hit the back door
    Me and Quavo meet Offset at the store
    (Go, go, go, go, go)
    (Brrr)
    Call Rel Money, talkin' 'bout money
    Nothing but hunnids
    ('Sup Rel?)
    (Brrr)
    That's the sound of them mocking birds as they hummin'
    (Brrr, brrr)
    (Bow, bow, craow)
    That's them hollow tips as they comin'
    (Boop-boop-boop-shkow)
    (Woo, woo, fuck)
    Gwinnett County
    (Fuck)
    Pull up I skrrt in that Audi
    (Go)
    Hit two hunnid on the highway
    (Go)
    Skip going crazy in the Mazy
    (Uh)
    Drivin' like a **** caught a body
    (Woo)
    Next day I pull up in the 'Rari
    ('Rari)
    Versace my belt like Ed Hardy
    (Versace)
    I'm sellin' them burgers like Hardys
    (I'm sellin' 'em)
    My white boy he told me I'm gnarly
    (White boy)
    It's a knock at my front door
    (Boom)
    (Blaow)
    12 kickin' in my front door
    (Boom-go)
    (Get down!)
    Now we runnin' out the back door
    (Go, go, go, go, go)
    Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando
    (Huh, huh, huh, huh, go, go)
    It's a knock at my front door
    (What the fuck, that's 12)
    (Boom)
    12 kickin' in my front door
    (Boom-boom)
    (Get down!)
    Now we runnin' out the back door
    (Go, go, go, go)
    Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando
    Hey they take all of that, huh Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo
    (Huh, huh, huh, huh, go, go, go)
    Man fuck
    (Brrr)
    (Fuck)
    My momma hit my phone
    (Momma)
    12 in my home
    (Woo-woo)
    They won't leave me alone
    (Goddamn, aye make the flush work)
    Might flush that work, Skip 'bout to dip, he runnin' with a zip
    (Aye, Skip, hold on, hold on, hold on)
    It's a hunnid on 'em made the quick trip
    Make a U-turn, get outta here
    (Skrrt, gone)
    Too, too many snakes in the grass, man somebody tellin'
    (Snakes-snake)
    Here go ten bands Skip, get his cerebellum
    (Ten bands)
    What you mean hand you the pistol? Here the MAC-11
    (Rrrah)
    It's 6 o'clock right now I want that **** dead at 7
    (Gone)
    Got off the phone with Gucci, he told us we on the news
    (Gucci)
    We all over the channels, 4, 5, 11, and 2
    (Damn)
    He said, "Be safe lil' bruh, just hit me when you need some money"
    (Go)
    We taking G-4 private plane
    (Go)
    We 'bout to leave the country
    (Go)
    It's a knock at my front door
    (Boom)
    (Blaow)
    12 kickin' in my front door
    (Boom-go)
    (Get down!)
    Now we runnin' out the back door
    (Go, go, go, go, go)
    Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando
    (Huh, huh, huh, huh, go, go)
    It's a knock at my front door
    (What the fuck, that's 12)
    (Boom)
    12 kickin' in my front door
    (Boom-boom)
    (Get down!)
    Now we runnin' out the back door
    (Go, go, go, go)
    Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando
    (Huh, huh, huh, huh, go, go, go)
    (What the fuck, that's 12)
    (Boom-boom)
    (Get down!)
    (Go, go, go, go, go)
    (Huh, huh, huh, huh, go, go, go)

    Writer(s): Mack Boy.

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