M.I.B - 12 V Freestyle Lyrics

Aye we rollin up an ounce of dope
Punks you gonna roast host in a cloud of smoke
You got a V12? I got 12 V's
F*ck that stupid bitch and f*ck the whole society
What you do for me?
Except just play my feelin
You know what im spittin

You see me drivin down the street
Smoking on my weed
Cops won't Neva see a thing
I roll up my Russian cream
Then flex up on the scene
Bitches bringing weed
Cuz they know im with my team

Bitch do not talk to me
You gettin in yo feelings
Crip-walkin down the block
You know my pants swangin
We gon pop up at your party
Smoke the bitch up like im f*cking Bob Marley
We ragein in this bitch yeah we finna get Gnarly

Pull up wit my crew 20 deep
Yeah we at yo party
Got you bitch on my side
No chaser
Straight bacardi

Got the boof in the bag
Got these bitches hella mad
Yeah we pull up at yo place
Dont make me catch a case

Wheres the pong

We run this shit all night long
This that late night summertime anthem theme song
This shit lit
Yo bitch finna let me hit
We at yo place in yo bed yeah im gettin head

Pass her to the crew
Put it on her oo
Oh he got a problem
Wipe his nose achoo
Im just having fun

Tryna smoke
Tryna toke

That bitch freaky
Yeah she take it down her f*ckin throat
Pull out the bong
I aint done I go all night long
Take a shot
2 or 3 we dont f*cking stop
This shit hot
Reload the clip then (It go pop)

We on top
No we dont lose
Whats the move
Next party?
Yeah this night just started
Turn that mic up that beat knockin
At the party pannies droppin
This flow so hard there aint no stoppin
At the party now its poppin

(Sheeeesh)