Fuck the police, fuck the police, fuck the police
I got bails in the cop, I got bails in the cop
Im a young nigga wylin
I got bails in the cop, I got bails in the cop
Im a young nigga wylin
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Thug rolled a motherfuckin grammy
You put em out the rolls just like bananas
34 birds with me, red Bucannon
Old dead people dancin in my pocket Rasputias Granny
Your bitch let me in while you gettin banded
Young Thug nuttin everywhere, gotta buy some panties
Tuck my napkin in my shirt, mob boss manners
Nasty bitches cant stand me
Caught my bitch clean like an empty house attic
Check my closet Bally
Red rag comin from the right like Im about to challenge
Peyton Manning accuracy, Randy Moss status
House two times bigger, four baths back
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Im workin, Im playin with sandwich bags and them scale
Then I head to the turf and Im like fuck 12
Fuck them white folk that gave my little buddy an L
So I do this for him when Im rappin dummy bells
Fuck a cell, Im payin in a cash bond
And you gettin bunned if you dont got them cash funds
Servin on the block can take off when crash comes
And right back to the block just like we left somethin
I dont trust em, them crackers killed my homeboy
So every single night I smoke one for my homeboys
I aint foot locker, but Im servin the Js
In love with the alphabet, I married the K
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, this a six figure operation
Im still beatin those down, dodgin traffic and casin
Hey Miss Catherine Johnson Im ridin for you baby
With a shoulder strapped chopper and nina my baby
My blind opened a little, the trap going crazy
Four for the camera, fuck the narcs and agents
Cause gettin this paper is so contagious
Im gon work this bitch until they serve them work paper
Ima switch right up, gone duck low in Decatur
A on the flow, bails of the gas on the table
No longer a soldier, but keep that Cain and Abel
Im direct with it, you do basic cable
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell
Fuck 12, fuck 12
I got bond money, fuck a jail cell