Lyrics:
Rode 12

is up on my whoa dere cause I'm luckilly getting green up and down, left and right I'm a fucking clover I v12 ripping you know how I rode here big chain

like 5 point 5 And matchin' red rims but that wasn't enough It had a car phone for when I wanted to reach out and touch An Alpine stereo that straight up rocked With 12

) Stead of kisses, we get kicked (Yeah, okay) Growin? up in the projects, I had to stick to the script Every other day another person was hit We rode

for lovin' me Then my family moved down to Texas When I was 12 years old I took my first chew of plug tobacco And got hooked on rodeo I rode my buckskin

many times does it have to end right before 12:00 a.m? Why you packin' a Slim Jim? I gets down on the mic like I rode down on a bike Road rash, skin

your heart Start to pray say your hail mary's Try to call the father But that won't do a damn thing I put that on my daughter See I rode with them fools

was a lucky one He had to get his things Georgie Boy, oh, Georgie Boy Sister Anne-Marie and a 12-year-old They left the burning town Rode for miles on

think he is? Notorious like I'm close to big You aint notice that my focus like pac I'm above the rim,but more potent than that whole script I've written' most of my career since 12

[Hook:] Who's that nigga in the fresh V-12? Westside rolling with fat jewels (You know it's K-Dee) Fa-Sho (And ain't nobody bad like me) Fa-Sho [Verse