2012 Letra

Hit the homie phone, see what the homie on
I'm ashing weed
Smoking back to back, I'm solo dolo dog I'm riding clean
Bought a Montecarlo, I don't want it though
They took my G
RIP my homie man, they took my dog
It's 2012, I was wearing Bape when I was only 12
Just turned 18
And I'm focused, thinking bout these Benjamins
They fuck with me
Cause I play my part, I run a play or three
Then hit the store
Grab a Kiwi Mystic and some- and some- and some-

Windows up
And I'm rolling up, just dump the swisher guts
I'm tryna go, and they blow for me, man we don't give no fuck
I'm getting paid every different way I do my digits
Then scoop up my round, tell 'em straight like
"This is what the fuck we on"

This is what the fuck we on
Just left the plug
And he say I got it, say he fuck with me
He wrote me off
And I'll put you on just handle business please and do your thing
Do your demonstration, bring it back to me
Don't fuck it up
We could be them niggas in the fuckin' streets
I'm ridin' round, bitches back to back they call me Purple now
They smoking good
Straight precipitation, tryna flood the streets
I'm ducking low, everybody got it selling everything
Everybody wanna be the man, you know- you know- you know-
Ay, that was then and this is now
I done put the business down
Same old habits held me up
Same old habits held me down
My new whip ain't got no tank
My lil bih' gon blow me down
Shorty a ten from the waist up
Shorty a ten from the waist down

Okay I'm smoking strong
Hit the homie phone, see what the homie on
I'm ashing weed
Smoking back to back, I'm solo dolo dog I'm riding clean
Bought a Montecarlo, I don't want it though
They took my G
RIP my homie man, they took my dog