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blackpond - fuck12 lyrics

[chorus]

f-ck 12!
shoot em up!
imma shoot but they ain’t talk
this a tec b-tch
my camera shoot but i don’t talk
listen to rex b-tch

[verse 1]

used to watch teen nick
when i was about six
and ever since then, sticks
and stones
hitting my bones
she blow like trombone
i played the trombone
in like the fifth grade
was loser like that
had no friends in like the 6th grade
scratch that like all grades
scratch that like band-aid
open up my wounds and see i’m self made
i got self hate
self made loser
found the internet
it’s my home
they tryna take that sh-t, i’ll be alone
but hey, we got the homegrown
ay!
feel it in my bones
ay!
dang bro, ay yo
imma hit the bando
with the bag
fill the cup
this a check
hit me up
hot my check
atm way up
drop the top beamer hood
feels so good
not complex
not composite
sh-t i’m weak
motivation? lost it
depression week
mixtape tracks seek
that’s why on my calendar b-tch…
motivation….where is it?

[bridge]

run it back!
run it back!

[chorus]

f-ck 12!
shoot em up!
imma shoot but they ain’t talk
this a tec b-tch
my camera shoot but i don’t talk
listen to rex b-tch

[bridge]

yeah f-ck 12, shoot em up!
i don’t wanna talk
give me a f-cking p-ss
f-ck my teacher
eat my -ss while i’m skipping cl-ss

[verse 2]
beating down the block
12 gauge c-cked
buggie made the sock
yeah my heart got lock
and it’s ready lil boy
you can’t take this lil boy
yea i cash out and dip out
i’m asian boy like soy
f-ck being clean
never sipped the lean
popped a f-cking bean
when i was 16
i did some dumb -ss sh-t
f on my jeans
i’m sorry about my sh-t ways
34 hip waist
fat as f-ck
middle finger tucked
9 millimeter tucked
don’t give a f-ck
that’s right (bih)
on sight (bih)
hit you in your face i’m like (bih)
don’t come at me
f-ck that rapist nate bunce
tell him to come at me
imma curb stomp you boy
you ain’t curving on me boy
beamer swerving on ya boy
if i see u knocked out
smith and wesson c-cked now
bling blaow!

[chorus]

f-ck 12!
shoot em up!
imma shoot but they ain’t talk
this a tec b-tch
my camera shoot but i don’t talk
listen to rex b-tch

[verse 3]

i’m with the sh-ts
yousa b-tch
don’t take a picture of my b-tch
i take your sh-t lil b-tch!
misunderstood, not really good
no one likes me
backwood! upchuck!
music bulimic
throw up!
run it back!
run it back like a frisbee
run it back!
shoot em up
f-ck the police
a bunch of b-tches
my stainless steel
will leave them st-tches
lil b-tches!

f-ck 12!

- blackpond lyrics

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