Tre Mission - 12AB lyrics

[Verse] One, two This little n***a got a free 45 and got licked down six Wish that I could fit seven in an eight Start like nine, let it ring like ten Yeah, A don't sell no more B Cause I C that the Ds wanna E tag me On bail, F that, take me jail, I'm a G Charge on me like see? My pockets are empty For real, I'm tryna cut, I'm tryna dash him by the trees Gloves on, no prints, didn't see, it weren't me, discrete Picture me ever, ever accepting defeat No, you can't cause no such thing will be Track four, Blue Battlefield, ask a G I won't ever [?] But then your whole life would be in jeopardy And your loved ones, no one would be pepper-free Them kind of smoke you do not really need Neither want when it's on When it's on, I get down, [?] Jump the Beam, burn man's skin When I'm boying the ting, poof, vanish like wand Dirt just like horseradish what I'm on Bun out your head like hot coal Bet you thought I was gonna say curling zone [Bridge] Beat shot from far, curling long Run up real close, make sure he's gone Beat shot from far, curling long Run up real close, make sure he's gone Beat shot from far, curling long Run up real close, make sure he's gone Beat shot from far, curling long Run up real close, make sure he's dead