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[feat. Offset & PeeWee Longway]

[Verse 1 - Skippa Da Flippa:]
I think I see 12 (flippa)
Go grab the scale the bricks in the mail (the bricks in the)
Don't leave no trail (no trail)
Gas come from Longway, the bricks come from Yale (gas)
Don't make no more sell (no sells)
I think I see 12, I think I see 12 (I think I see)
The bricks in the mail (the bricks)
Go get em, go getters, the bricks in the mail
Gas no retail (gas)
The bricks in wholesale, we get em bails (hwah)
I think I see 12 (I think I see)
I cook the rotel, I cook the rotel (I'm moving it)
Missions no fail (no missions)
The block is I hail
Story I tell, white like it's pale
Nobody tell, I think I see 12

[Hook - Skippa Da Flippa:]
Is that an informant, but he's not important
But rell got the scale, bricks in the mail, white like McCormick
Mails of the gas, new Air Jordan's
I get lot of Os, for the low prices, like I play for Orioles
So there's drugs in your mail, and you not lucky with your scale
I hope in the Fisker, Indian trail, drew grab the shell

[Verse 2 - Offset:]
I wait at the store for Flippa to pull up (flippa)
We all in public bout to do a stick up (grahh)
The nigga so scared that he got the hiccups (he scared)
Open the trunk and it's like a Brinks truck (M&M)
My pocket like Rueben, the plug he's a Cuban (PLUG)
But he not a human, he make the bird fly when it's humid (bww)
Ain't no confusion, when you got money you win or you losing (win or u loosing)
It's the same nigga that stayed on badesta, I came to the north and bought a berretta (ba, no)
Heavy weight nigga, you light like a feather (heavyweight)
I'm a real nigga, that's just for the record (huh?)
I bring the wood like I'm Woody Woodpecker (baa)
My nigga PW living for ever (R.I.P)
Nigga thinking it's over, no never (NO)
I pull a chopper, hit you and your mother (fukk nigga)
You not getting away killing my brother (NO)
Popped the fuck nigga like he was a rubber (BAA GRAHH)
Let it burn nigga, just like it's Usher (LET IT BURN)
I'm fronting off the bottom the gutter (NO, GOO)


[Verse 3 - PeeWee Long way:]
Dope on my Margi lea, dope on my scale (Montana)
Breaking my wrist tryna whip up a well (get it)
Trap in the bando I think see 12 to many bitch rapping
To many sells (FUKK, FUKK) deliver cake to the hotel
Lately come see us, come live with mail (come get the mail)
I get more block with more powder space
Right there keep saying I'm going to jail (keep saying it bitch)
Now I'm flashing diamond bail, slide on my dick
Giuseppe zippers (skrrr), pull out in a raw, longway
Headed to the big house. (longway bitch)


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