[Chorus]
There go 12 my n***a
You better bail my n***a
Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my n***a
You better run my n***a
Cus here they come my n***a
Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my n***a
There go 12 my n***a
You better bail my n***a
Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my n***a
You better run my n***a
Cus here they come my n***a
Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my n***a

[Verse 1]
Orange suit, shower, shoes, jail house tattoos
I keep money on my book, I live the life of a crook
Ain't no sunshine n***a, i'm just doin' my time
When I touch down on the block i'm poppin' bottles of wine
Gucci Mane, i'm a motherfuckin' G
I'm looking out for twelve cus they looking out for me
And if I see them crackers then a n***a gotta skeet
Can't let them pussy boys play a n***a off the street
And plus a n***a gotta pack a fat gun, if he tote a crack bomb
Never caught a dope case? Don't try to catch one
First one to skeet on my feet be them air force ones
Running like a slave in them days of the hot sun
You gone get locked up, you froze up, they rolled up
Popped and got hit with that billy club, it's swole up
Mama mad as hell cus she gotta bail your tail out
Tired of the stress, so she put your stupid ass out
Back doing the same thing, selling crack cocaine
Police know your name, but you just won't lay low man
It's a dirty game when you slangin' them birdies
Got caught with a brick, and they hit the trick with 30
Probably gone do 10 but a dub on that paper man
Trappin' in Decatur better run from them haters man
You better run from them haters man
Better run from them haters man
[Chorus]
There go 12 my n***a
You better bail my n***a
Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my n***a
You better run my n***a
Cus here they come my n***a
Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my n***a
There go 12 my n***a
You better bail my n***a
Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my n***a
You better run my n***a
Cus here they come my n***a
Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my n***a

[Verse 2]
The police, DCPD the crime rate gone increase
[And if i'm rusty?]brave bring your Glock and leave your pepper spray
A paddy wagon full of yay, is you asking where I stay?
Getting paid off the money from a drug raid
Idolized by the innocent American youth
I'm with these billy clubs, big gats and them bulletproofs
That's why these cop killer bullets in my clip
I'm infiltrating your vest and drawing some smiley faces on your chest
9-1-1 in my community is a waste of time
They don't prevent the shit, but come when you commit the crime
Then put a flag on a casket when a pig drops?
What about my boy who got popped by that corrupt cop?
We got the right, to get our ass whopped on sight
Police man by day, a fucking Klans-man by night
I'm shooting birds at your ass standing on the corner
Fuck dodging 12, lil jits go waiting on em
[Chorus]
There go 12 my n***a
You better bail my n***a
Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my n***a
You better run my n***a
Cus here they come my n***a
Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my n***a
There go 12 my n***a
You better bail my n***a
Can't be locked down in no motherfuckin' cell my n***a
You better run my n***a
Cus here they come my n***a
Hide your bomb and your motherfuckin' gun my n***a