Lil Durk - B12

McLaren SpeedtailSix carats in my ear for detailI be gettin' all my watches retailCaught a murder, he tryna call Meek MillSold him lean, but Doodie got his refillI know real killers act like femalesAll the trenches bitches give me tea stillHow you kill him? Bro, I need the detailsAdderall, feel like it's mixed with B12You kept tellin' all my secrets, be realHeadshot, stop runnin', be stillI could shake a whole block with these pillsThis a striker, I don't know why you need L'sPull up to a whole mosque and pray stillFollow bro car 'cause he got the switchI don't be poppin' 'cause you died and you dissCrush a Perc' inside a Sierra MistBitch was poppin', had to give her a kissI ain't puttin' my name on hitsWhy you braggin'? Niggas ain't kill shitHopped out on feet like he ran out of gasI call him Yeat 'cause he stay with his maskHow you got it, but you stay with your mans?Legs tatted, had to go get some VansFifteen million cash, that's my advanceFuck a opp bitch to get in her headThink I love her, I'm tryna plot on her manThink I love her, I'm tryna kill his assYou a killer? Jam, check his referralFlawless diamonds, you rock it better with curlsOn a date, I gotta take her to Harold'sThese Chanel, these ain't regular pearlsI'm so high off this X pill (X pill)I don't give no fuck how my ex feel (ex feel)Your new nigga ain't put you on no jet still (jet still)Why send shots like he a threat? YeahStill use cash with the card on fileCheck what you drinkin', they water it downSaid what you said, you a part of it nowChance after chance, I done gave you a poundFeds on your ass, gotta bury it nowI popped a Addy, I barely pronounceEyeball the weed and it's barely a ounceWatch how you speak, you could bury your spouseBro, I got M's and I slept on the couchAin't got a bond, it got inherit amountMy budget two million, the killers is outI get my teeth from the Mouth of the SouthGot the location, you not in your houseHow do it feel to have Glocks in your mouth?I know you broke 'cause they froze your accountFeel like a goofy promotin' the clownI told my lawyer I'm sober nowRun up a check 'cause I'm older nowGot who we want, so it's over nowHow you slide, but ain't nobody vouch?Counterfeit money, ain't nobody countHow you think I got two hundred pounds?Fifties, fifties, fifties, two hundred roundsOut of jail early, you know that he foulNike ski mask to cover the browsNo Auto, pain, I got a couple of stylesI done paid for a couple of trialsI done slaid me a couple of dialsCall her now 'cause I ain't fuck in a whileI got love for bro, he holdin' me downFrrt, hold a couple of roundsFrrt, standin' over him now, yeahI'm so high off this X pill (X pill)I don't give no fuck how my ex feel (ex feel)Your new nigga ain't put you on no jet still (jet still)Why send shots like he a threat? Yeah