"12:45 In Detroit" lyrics
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
It's with an X, nigga
Fxce
Man, y'all niggas don't fuck with me for real, man
Y'all just sittin' around waiting to see if I fuck up or fail or something
I ain't goin' nowhere, nigga
I'm still here
I'm just gettin' started with this shit for real, for real
Like, on the serious side
Okay
Alright
It's crazy, I just started rapping and I'm passin' niggas
I'm at the one, you at the two, so our passes different
I'm gifted, while you struggling with this shit, I'm out here laughing with it
Stop textin' me 'bout what Ganja Gods got and go ask them niggas
Nigga, I am not a worker
Bitch, you just peed in my bed, you is not a squirter
This bitch'll get to bustin' everywhere, I guess the Glock is fertile
Stick my gun in these three-hundred-dollar jeans, now my chop is Purple
Now that's real shit
I just made your month's pay in just a lil' trip
I make you think I'm payin', so honestly, I don't steal shit
I ain't even drop no 'fit, this just some chill shit
Labels blowin' my phone, I ain't tryna sign no deal, bitch
I'm just now gettin' turnt, nigga, I ain't tryna sign
Almost lined my nigga up for steppin' out of line
This a Glock 23, bitch, this is not a 9
You want a 10, 15, or a 30? It go by your body size
I mean by your body weight
I just stepped out with the Drac', so ain't nobody safe
Flint got hella talent, but everybody laced
You tryna cuff a bitch that don't wanna be cuffed
Is you dumb? That's everybody bae
Stolen Scat Pack on Miller Road, I'm scratching off the jakes
Dumb nigga aimed the micro Drac', it smacked him in the face
If rap fail, you gon' catch me out in traffic with the yay
Text my opp "Allahu akbar" and leave a package where he stay
I got a fast car just to come fashionably late
I got a face card, don't pay a fraction of what you pay
Spent two thousand on a vault just to put the ratchets in a safe
We just caught an opp lackin', see the satisfaction in my face
Two slim body Scats that'll cost you four a piece
The right window broke in the back, but least you car note free
You can just bring me some snacks, I don't eat pork and beef
It's a push button on back of the strap like some foreign keys
My nigga punch so many Jordans, I call him Draymond Green
My nigga poured another four, it's like a neon pink
Niggas pull up to the session just to see how I think
Niggas weird, tryna fuck every bitch that they know I beat
I know my bitch bad, I know you tryna knock her down
I know you talking down to her about me when I'm not around
Little do you know, you not sayin' no shit that's not announced
My old niggas tried to compete with me, that's why they not around
They be like, "E, let me know when it's a 'Cat around"
And when it's 'Cat around, they let me know when it's a Scat around
You know what that mean, that mean niggas' funds low
Give my opp some pointers and tell his ass keep a gun close
Pocket rocket in the moose knuckle, this bitch a snubnose
Balenciaga with the Purple jeans, these my club clothes
Pull up to the club, drop a dub, and make the club close
I don't gotta deal with the middle mans, that's what the plug for
It's with an X, nigga
Fxce
Man, y'all niggas don't fuck with me for real, man
Y'all just sittin' around waiting to see if I fuck up or fail or something
I ain't goin' nowhere, nigga
I'm still here
I'm just gettin' started with this shit for real, for real
Like, on the serious side
Okay
Alright
It's crazy, I just started rapping and I'm passin' niggas
I'm at the one, you at the two, so our passes different
I'm gifted, while you struggling with this shit, I'm out here laughing with it
Stop textin' me 'bout what Ganja Gods got and go ask them niggas
Nigga, I am not a worker
Bitch, you just peed in my bed, you is not a squirter
This bitch'll get to bustin' everywhere, I guess the Glock is fertile
Stick my gun in these three-hundred-dollar jeans, now my chop is Purple
Now that's real shit
I just made your month's pay in just a lil' trip
I make you think I'm payin', so honestly, I don't steal shit
I ain't even drop no 'fit, this just some chill shit
Labels blowin' my phone, I ain't tryna sign no deal, bitch
I'm just now gettin' turnt, nigga, I ain't tryna sign
Almost lined my nigga up for steppin' out of line
This a Glock 23, bitch, this is not a 9
You want a 10, 15, or a 30? It go by your body size
I mean by your body weight
I just stepped out with the Drac', so ain't nobody safe
Flint got hella talent, but everybody laced
You tryna cuff a bitch that don't wanna be cuffed
Is you dumb? That's everybody bae
Stolen Scat Pack on Miller Road, I'm scratching off the jakes
Dumb nigga aimed the micro Drac', it smacked him in the face
If rap fail, you gon' catch me out in traffic with the yay
Text my opp "Allahu akbar" and leave a package where he stay
I got a fast car just to come fashionably late
I got a face card, don't pay a fraction of what you pay
Spent two thousand on a vault just to put the ratchets in a safe
We just caught an opp lackin', see the satisfaction in my face
Two slim body Scats that'll cost you four a piece
The right window broke in the back, but least you car note free
You can just bring me some snacks, I don't eat pork and beef
It's a push button on back of the strap like some foreign keys
My nigga punch so many Jordans, I call him Draymond Green
My nigga poured another four, it's like a neon pink
Niggas pull up to the session just to see how I think
Niggas weird, tryna fuck every bitch that they know I beat
I know my bitch bad, I know you tryna knock her down
I know you talking down to her about me when I'm not around
Little do you know, you not sayin' no shit that's not announced
My old niggas tried to compete with me, that's why they not around
They be like, "E, let me know when it's a 'Cat around"
And when it's 'Cat around, they let me know when it's a Scat around
You know what that mean, that mean niggas' funds low
Give my opp some pointers and tell his ass keep a gun close
Pocket rocket in the moose knuckle, this bitch a snubnose
Balenciaga with the Purple jeans, these my club clothes
Pull up to the club, drop a dub, and make the club close
I don't gotta deal with the middle mans, that's what the plug for
