StanWill - 12 Seasons (feat. BabyTron) lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[StanWill - 12 Seasons feat. BabyTron lyrics]
Reuel, stop playing with these niggas
Goddamn, Reuel, you tripped on this one
I ain't gon' lie yeah
All I need is twelve seasons
I'ma one up Bill Russell
Forty-eighth minute on the floor
I'ma still hustle scrawny-ass engine, boy
That V6 ain't real muscle
I could lose half of what I
Bought and I'ma still double
You can't bounce back when you fall
You a cue ball
If you down one, fuck a three
Shoot the two ball
All footwork got me scoring
Like it's foosball
Thinking you gon' keep up with
Us? We finna lose y'all we finna take off
Cut the brakes off, all gas
Shake the Jakes off
Unc' got that white shit that
Knockout like Jake Paul
If the stick hit, it's game over
That's a eight ball
Huh, I be thinking like, who made y'all?
Gang'll get you shot if you jump
We don't play ball
Watch the Black Rock sizzle when
I take the steak off
Off his set with my 'migos then we take off
Bitch, I'm knowing you ain't smoking za
You just reggie bushing
Every single time I catch the opps
Why they Reggie Bushing?
Could never give my heart away, the scams
They already took it
One eye open when I sleep, bitch
I'm Fetty looking two hundred punches
Twenty BINs in my database
Thinking that he cuffing that cloth
I know yo baby ain't
Tron rolling up some tss tss
He finna play in space
I'ma probably end up on Mars
I keep facing eighths
Thinking you a 'rilla, wet you up
You a bathing ape one thing I knew since the
Womb was the paper chase
12 playing D, in the coupe finna ankle break
Would've thought Stan Glock modded
How he aim so straight
Yeah, he got Deadeye in his Hall of Fame
In the Demon with the red eye
Catch me dogging lanes down one
I'ma shoot the shot while I'm calling game
Dick sucking-ass broke niggas my
Opps all the same funny how the Pie got gang
And them moving turtle speed
Only use this bitch for her neck
I done hurt her knees
Cracked a hundred thousand fucking Visas
I ain't serve no fiends
Barking up the block in Hellcats
We done burnt the street
Y'all niggas the last ones to the gym
And be the first to leave
She heard ShittyBoyz and jumped dick
'cause my verse was sweet
Tryna fight cause dawg his life
He got a hearse for free
Them ain't Purple jeans, dawg
You ain't gotta perp to me
Really in the field
You niggas never hit the turf with me
Cutting up with no gas? You got
The nerve to skrrt on E
Only wave running 700s
You can't surf with me
Exotic cream pop but the Wock'
It just turned it pink
Ice on, in case he reach
Send him to emergency I don't need a Bic
Use a card just to burn my weed
Fly as hell with my Goose on
That's the bird in me killing chip readers
Doing fraud in the first degree
Oh shit, it occurred to me
They know I'm up dog shit so
Hoes wanna flirt with me really getting up
I promise you ain't got no vert like me
Scoring off of all this footwork
I done hurt my feet
Yeah all I need is twelve seasons
I'ma one up Bill Russell
Forty-eighth minute on the floor
I'ma still hustle scrawny-ass engine, boy
That V6 ain't real muscle
I could lose half of what I
Bought and I'ma still double
Bitch, I'm knowing you ain't smoking za
You just reggie bushing
Every single time I catch the opps
Why they Reggie Bushing?
Could never give my heart away, the scams
They already took it
One eye open when I sleep, bitch
I'm Fetty looking
Goddamn, Reuel, you tripped on this one
I ain't gon' lie yeah
All I need is twelve seasons
I'ma one up Bill Russell
Forty-eighth minute on the floor
I'ma still hustle scrawny-ass engine, boy
That V6 ain't real muscle
I could lose half of what I
Bought and I'ma still double
You can't bounce back when you fall
You a cue ball
If you down one, fuck a three
Shoot the two ball
All footwork got me scoring
Like it's foosball
Thinking you gon' keep up with
Us? We finna lose y'all we finna take off
Cut the brakes off, all gas
Shake the Jakes off
Unc' got that white shit that
Knockout like Jake Paul
If the stick hit, it's game over
That's a eight ball
Huh, I be thinking like, who made y'all?
Gang'll get you shot if you jump
We don't play ball
Watch the Black Rock sizzle when
I take the steak off
Off his set with my 'migos then we take off
Bitch, I'm knowing you ain't smoking za
You just reggie bushing
Every single time I catch the opps
Why they Reggie Bushing?
Could never give my heart away, the scams
They already took it
One eye open when I sleep, bitch
I'm Fetty looking two hundred punches
Twenty BINs in my database
Thinking that he cuffing that cloth
I know yo baby ain't
Tron rolling up some tss tss
He finna play in space
I'ma probably end up on Mars
I keep facing eighths
Thinking you a 'rilla, wet you up
You a bathing ape one thing I knew since the
Womb was the paper chase
12 playing D, in the coupe finna ankle break
Would've thought Stan Glock modded
How he aim so straight
Yeah, he got Deadeye in his Hall of Fame
In the Demon with the red eye
Catch me dogging lanes down one
I'ma shoot the shot while I'm calling game
Dick sucking-ass broke niggas my
Opps all the same funny how the Pie got gang
And them moving turtle speed
Only use this bitch for her neck
I done hurt her knees
Cracked a hundred thousand fucking Visas
I ain't serve no fiends
Barking up the block in Hellcats
We done burnt the street
Y'all niggas the last ones to the gym
And be the first to leave
She heard ShittyBoyz and jumped dick
'cause my verse was sweet
Tryna fight cause dawg his life
He got a hearse for free
Them ain't Purple jeans, dawg
You ain't gotta perp to me
Really in the field
You niggas never hit the turf with me
Cutting up with no gas? You got
The nerve to skrrt on E
Only wave running 700s
You can't surf with me
Exotic cream pop but the Wock'
It just turned it pink
Ice on, in case he reach
Send him to emergency I don't need a Bic
Use a card just to burn my weed
Fly as hell with my Goose on
That's the bird in me killing chip readers
Doing fraud in the first degree
Oh shit, it occurred to me
They know I'm up dog shit so
Hoes wanna flirt with me really getting up
I promise you ain't got no vert like me
Scoring off of all this footwork
I done hurt my feet
Yeah all I need is twelve seasons
I'ma one up Bill Russell
Forty-eighth minute on the floor
I'ma still hustle scrawny-ass engine, boy
That V6 ain't real muscle
I could lose half of what I
Bought and I'ma still double
Bitch, I'm knowing you ain't smoking za
You just reggie bushing
Every single time I catch the opps
Why they Reggie Bushing?
Could never give my heart away, the scams
They already took it
One eye open when I sleep, bitch
I'm Fetty looking