[Chorus: Bino Brown]
I jumped off the porch when I was twelve years old
I bought my first pack and I had twelve things sold
I was flexin' hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with twelve, man, you already know
I jumped off the porch when I was twelve years old
I bought my first pack and I had twelve things sold
I was flexin' hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with twelve, man, you niggas just some hoes
[Verse 1: Bino Brown]
Worldwide plug, I sent 'em to Orlando
Fifty thousand profit, man, just chillin' in a bando
Styling in my trap, dog, this shit should be a movie
Maison Margiela's, dawg, these ain't no Gucci's
I bust the bowls, never touch the pot, nah
Cruise the world and chill with a thot, yeah
Man, these niggas better get with the program
These bitches trickin' on their daddy, nigga, you don't know now
I keep it too real, you might get your feelings hurt
Nigga, I get it out the mud, my momma say I'm doin' dirt
It's Bino up in this bitch and ain't none realer
More money, more problems, I got more killers
[Chorus: Bino Brown]
I jumped off the porch when I was twelve years old
I bought my first pack and I had twelve things sold
I was flexin' hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with twelve, man, you already know
I jumped off the porch when I was twelve years old
I bought my first pack and I had twelve things sold
I was flexin' hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with twelve, man, you niggas just some hoes
I jumped off the porch when I was twelve years old
I bought my first pack and I had twelve things sold
I was flexin' hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with twelve, man, you already know
I jumped off the porch when I was twelve years old
I bought my first pack and I had twelve things sold
I was flexin' hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with twelve, man, you niggas just some hoes
[Verse 1: Bino Brown]
Worldwide plug, I sent 'em to Orlando
Fifty thousand profit, man, just chillin' in a bando
Styling in my trap, dog, this shit should be a movie
Maison Margiela's, dawg, these ain't no Gucci's
I bust the bowls, never touch the pot, nah
Cruise the world and chill with a thot, yeah
Man, these niggas better get with the program
These bitches trickin' on their daddy, nigga, you don't know now
I keep it too real, you might get your feelings hurt
Nigga, I get it out the mud, my momma say I'm doin' dirt
It's Bino up in this bitch and ain't none realer
More money, more problems, I got more killers
[Chorus: Bino Brown]
I jumped off the porch when I was twelve years old
I bought my first pack and I had twelve things sold
I was flexin' hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with twelve, man, you already know
I jumped off the porch when I was twelve years old
I bought my first pack and I had twelve things sold
I was flexin' hard, I had twelve chains gold
I don't fuck with twelve, man, you niggas just some hoes
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