Atlantic Recording Corp - Intro: f** 12 lyrics

[Intro] It's Wizzop Huh? Huh? [Verse] I still don't give a f** how a f**boy feel How you gon' keep it real and your diamonds not real? I do it so big, I make a hater feel little I can't tell you why they hating, but I have an idea You never liked me, probably don't like me still But a n***a liking me ain't never paid my bills I'm the realest n***a living, let's get one thing clear And if you wanna get it popping, we can do it right here I ain't never been embarra**ed, I ain't never felt fear I got post-traumatic skresses like I can't shed tears I ain't even been out 6 months, but I spent 6 mil Got a million dollar grin and a 10 million dollar crib And my heart done turned burr-burr like my adlibs In the kitchen going skrt-skrt tryna make a mil Got these b**hes screaming Bling-Blaww, diamonds in my ear I send my shooters then it's pow-pow, another tatted tear Yeah it's 2016, so it's Guwop year When I was 16, I was making drug deals These n***as say they getting money, I can't really tell I made more money than them and I was in a jail cell [Hook] I'ma say it once again, trust God, f** 12 A real skreet n***a will never ever call 12 Say it once again, trust God, f** 12 A real skreet n***a will never ever call 12 Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop [Interlude] I'm down on that red, this right here gon' get hard. Gon' get hard. Every day I'm getting f**ing harder, I am... [Outro] Wop, f** 12, Wop, f** 12 Wop, Wop