GF nigga, it's me 12 and it's mom, fuck it, you know how we get nigga, we wild in the club, mothafucka
Everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga, it's so wild in the club
40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, yeah
We fucked up, let us in the club, one of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug
I'm so drunk, I can earl for a month, any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk
D12 start shit, nigga come get us, 7 mile runnin', wild niggas with us
Cause all my niggas is talking that shit, and got no problem with smacking no bitch
I have my wife, cut your throat, blunts, bands, that's all we smoke
Wild or fuck out, stab you with a knife, it's D12 nigga, we ready to fucking fight
100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, yeah
I'm just tryna be the first one to catch this blade in the throat
You know them popo won't let me hold them toasters no more
I just clap three people, you go on beat number four
If you don't back the fuck up and get the fuck off the floor
My crew is taking over as soon as we hit the door
You hit the door, but we coming in and you going home
Security, they can't even stop us because they know
Runnin' avenues, soldiers hold us down wherever we go
Chuggin' on our 40's and holdin' our 40 phones
We come with toasters like we just open savings and loans
And we don't need your boo tonight, homie, we brought our own
So grab whatever you sippin' on and let's get it on
40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, yeah
We deep as a motherfucker, we about to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get drunk
I settle my vendettas with AKs, Berettas
We don't post to be in here without weapons, but still they let us
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel-plated belt buckles
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble
Elbows flyin', bitches cryin', niggas bleedin'
You retreatin', runnin' to your car and skatin' or BGin'
We make examples out of you haters, runnin' your mouth
You the reason why your peoples is pourin' they 40's out
Dirty dozen wildin', beat niggas bloody
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies
40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, yeah
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk
80 proof on this rocker, that's the name I want
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me to hell
Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair
On the aisle in the back, bumpin' seven deuce
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose
See me on the aisle daily, be runnin' this shit
If your chick get loud, I G-money that bitch
Packin' mags and clips, I smash and click
They put the G in the alphabet
Smokin' weed, drinkin' Henny, Remy and that Jimmy
Don't worry if you run out the corner store, I got plenty
Pour your 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, 100, 40 out, bitch
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