12 Gucci Mane

[Chorus]
There go 12 my nigga
You better bail my nigga
Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga
You better run my nigga
Cus here they come my nigga
Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga
There go 12 my nigga
You better bail my nigga
Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my nigga
You better run my nigga
Cus here they come my nigga
Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my nigga

[Verse 1]
Orange suit, shower, shoes, jail house tattoos
I keep money on my book, I live the life of a crook
Ain't no sunshine nigga, i'm just doin' my time
When I touch down on the block i'm poppin' bottles of wine
Gucci Mane, i'm a motherfuckin' G
I'm looking out for twelve cus they looking out for me
And if I see them crackers then a nigga gotta skeet
Can't let them pussy boys play a nigga off the street
And plus a nigga gotta pack a fat gun, if he tote a crack bomb
Never caught a dope case? Don't try to catch one
First one to skeet on my feet be them air force ones
Running like a slave in them days of the hot sun
You gone get locked up, you froze up, they rolled up
Popped and got hit with that billy club, it's swole up
Mama mad as hell cus she gotta bail your tail out
Tired of the stress, so she put your stupid ass out
Back doing the same thing, selling crack cocaine
Police know your name, but you just won't lay low man
It's a dirty game when you slangin' them birdies
Got caught with a brick, and they hit the trick with 30
Probably gone do 10 but a dub on that paper man
Trappin' in Decatur better run from them haters man
You better run from them haters man
Better run from them haters man