Intro: F#%k 12

It's Wizzop

Huh? Huh?

I still don't give a fuck how a fuckboy feel

How you gon' keep it real and your diamonds not real?

I do it so big I make a hater feel little

I can't tell you why they hating but I have an idea

You never liked me, probably don't like me still

But a nigga liking me ain't never paid my bills

I'm the realest nigga living, let's get one thing clear

And if you wanna get it popping we can do it right here

I ain't never been embarrassed, I ain't never felt fear

I got post-traumatic stresses like I can't shed tears

I ain't even been out 6 months but I spent 6 mil

Got a million dollar grin and a 10 million dollar crib

And my heart done turnt burr-burr like my adlibs

In the kitchen going skrt-skrt tryna make a mil

Got these bitches screaming bling-blaow, diamonds in my ear

I send my shooters then it's pow-pow, another tatted tear

Yeah it's 2016 so it's Guwop year

When I was 16 I was making drug deals

These niggas say they getting money, I can't really tell

I made more money than them and I was in a jail cell

I'ma say it once again, trust God, fuck 12

A real street nigga will never ever call 12

Say it once again, trust God, fuck 12

A real street nigga will never ever call 12

Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop

I'm down on that red, this right here gon' get hard. Gon' get hard. Every day I'm getting fuck hard, I am

Wop, fuck 12, Wop, fuck 12

Wop, Wop