F*ck 12 lyrics

[Intro]

Call Rel Money, talking bout money nothin but 100’s

Thats the sound of them mockingbirds and they humming

Bow bow prow, that’s them hollow tips as they comin

Up with yo skirt!

Woo woo, fuck Gwinnett County

Fuck!

Da fuck?

Aye throw that shit, throw that shit 12 outside

Hurry up man, hurry up man

Let go nigga, let’s go put em up

[Hook: Takeoff]

It's a knock at my front door

12 kickin' in my front door

Now we running out the back door

Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando

It's a knock at my front door

12 kickin' in my front door

Now we running out the back door

Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando

[Verse 1: Takeoff]

It’s a narc on my front door

They looking for Takeoff, they heard on the streets I be selling that blow (who?)

It’s a pot on a stove

Up in a bowl, 100 blunts rolled (gas)

I hit the back door

Me and Quavo meet Offset at the store

Call Rel Money, talking bout money

Nothing but hunnids

That's the sound of them mocking birds as they humming

That’s them hollow tips as they coming

Pull up, I skirt in the Audi

Hit 200 on the highway

Skip going crazy in Mazzie

Driving like a nigga caught a body

Next day pull up in the Rari

Versace my belt like Ed-Hardy's

I’m selling them burgers like Hardee's

My white boy he told me I'm gnarly

[Hook: Takeoff]

It's a knock at my front door

12 kickin' in my front door

Now we running out the back door

Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando

It's a knock at my front door

12 kickin' in my front door

Now we running out the back door

Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando

[Verse 2: Quavo]

Man fuck, my mama hit my phone

12 in my home, they won’t leave me alone

Might flush that work

Skip 'bout to dip, he running with a zip

It’s 100 on 'em, made a quick trip

Make a U-Turn, get outta here

Too-too many snakes in the grass, man somebody telling

Here go 10 bands skip, get his cerebellum

What you mean hand you the pistol? Here the Mac-11

It's six o'clock right now, I want the nigga dead at 7

Got off the phone with Gucci, he told us we on the news

We all over the channels, 4, 5, 11, and 2

He said, "Be safe lil' bruh, just hit me when you need some money"

We taking G-4 private plane, we 'bout to leave the country

[Hook: Takeoff]

It's a knock at my front door

12 kickin' in my front door

Now we running out the back door

Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando

It's a knock at my front door

12 kickin' in my front door

Now we running out the back door

Drop the pistol, this the life of that bando

• Artist:Migos
• Album:Young Rich N*ggas