Uh
Yeah

Fuck twelve, fuck twelve, fuck twelve
Fuck twelve, fuck twelve, fuck twelve
Fuck twelve, fuck twelve, fuck twelve
Fuck twelve, fuck twelve, fuck twelve
Yeah
Fuck twelve, fuck twelve, fuck twelve
Fuck twelve, fuck twelve, fuck twelve
Fuck twelve, fuck twelve, fuck twelve
Fuck twelve, fuck twelve, fuck twelve

He said, "that gold look good on you now
but boy, that touch ain't free"
So I tuck my chain into my shirt: you niggas
not gone catch me
On God
Mama, the plant you made afraid it once was withering now
With fingers to the sun, my gold flecks
they get to flickering, how?
Light from pendant piercing right through my shirt
Something pierce through my body
pray this little angel gone work
Free my nigga 'til its backwards and he lift outta that dirt
Them reviews is funny lil nigga
I'm laughing now, but it hurts
Hahaha!
Fuck that, worked to hard to hear the choir sing
And we did it before; got no problem ripping off boys' wings
Wanna tip the mezzanine
gladly gift this curse, but its costly
Cuz now I can only dream of touch
please get this pendant off me

Freddie! (That's my cousin) Yeah, bitch
Are you ready? Yo, check it

I'm sinful
I swallow nut, thank God for the provision
The creature stays inside the cut, biopsies with incision
Diminishing bitches without a game remains my mission
I'm piping hot like all the pork I consume: extra crispy
I'm from the island where they used to eat dogs in the 60s
Raised by the mind of the gutters
my people's farmers and fishermen
Serrated baby born from war, the blood way past the 80s
I'm so rough around the edges
I can not give you the full story
But, boy you can stop the fronting, I know you like my style
Hi, my name is Freddie, I'm ready, it's been a while
Hop in while you can, we're kicking rap niggas out
Bucket full of crabs is the way that these niggas be
Which craft niggas want? This just one trick up-up my sleeve

Alright, McKinley, tell me what these niggas need
I want all of it
(I want all of it, I want all of it
I want all of it, I want all of it)