12am in this bitch, he from Chicago but still got hit
Thinkin' bout things that I did, Thinkin' he tough but still got blicked
I still run this shit, This hoe suckin' on my dick
They some lil' ass bitches, Yeah, get these fuckin' kids

Man, this rappin' shit for real, Brodie died off a pill
I'm big ride or die, for my homies I would kill
Alley oop, yeah I dunk on him, You can watch how I stun on him
You can claim that you hate, But for a feature, you still want 'em

I want a bitch with a fat ass, I know my grand, I can tap that
I'm tryna get a new foreign, I skirt off the whip, stop and go in a scat pack
Y'all finna watch from the bleachers, I'm sayin' fuck all these teachers
I'm finna hit her once, maybe twice, Next day, then I delete her

I don't know why y'all laughin', Makin' jokes like this shit for fun
This bitch pussy stink, You stink too, you make them run
You actin' like you tough, Like you finna die by the gun
Man, you smell like corn chips, This got me weak, man, I'm done

You see how I'm switchin' the flow on 'em, I keep goin', you see how I go on en
You see the way that I stole on her, You see the way that we roll on her
I don't know how to do this shit for real, But I keep on flowin' and flowin'
No, I don't stop, no brakes, Yeah, I keep on goin' and goin'

12 a.m. in this bitch, He from Chicago, but still got hit
Thinkin' bout things that I did, Thinkin' he tough, but still got blicked
I still run this shit, This hoe suckin' on my dick
They some lil' ass bitches, Yeah, get these fuckin' kids

Told 'em how this shit go, Ask for the at, then we drop the low
It ain't no red lights, we on go, I push the whip, never been slow
You said I'm singin' like a ho, But I got shit that you don't know
And when I drop that lil' diss, Everyone sayin' I'm so cold

Bitch, You knew what I had and I took it
I just hopped on the flight, it was more than a booking
When I get in the stu it's just more than a cooking
That bitch throwin' that ass and I caught without lookin'

I just sent out the bro, so I'm sorry they took him
When I ride with that 35, on me like Brooklyn
And me and A spazzed without putting no hook in
Bitch, you got fucked up, your teeth look crooked

I gotta switch the flow, cause I went too long up on that word, bitch
Talk on my name it's a bunch of you lames, So Its fuck you and fuck what you heard, bitch
I want to snap on the track real quick I can never do one wack verse, bitch
Pushin' on that pedal with no limit
Feel like Herb, Bitch

And you don't have to take it there
Bitch, And I know that's what you want
I sent my brothers out to get you
It ain't shit to get you gone
I just walked up in the crib, Lil' A said get up on that song
Lil' bitch, I'm winnin', takin' off
Now I'm just waitin' on that call