B12 Letra - Lil Durk

McLaren Speedtail

Six carats in my ear for detail

I be gettin' all my watches retail

Caught a murder, he tryna call Meek Mill

Sold him lean, but Doodie got his refill

I know real killers act like females

All the trenches bitches give me tea still

How you kill him? Bro, I need the details

Adderall, feel like it's mixed with B12

You kept tellin' all my secrets, be real

Headshot, stop runnin', be still

I could shake a whole block with these pills

This a striker, I don't know why you need L's

Pull up to a whole mosque and pray still

Follow bro car 'cause he got the switch

Only poppin' 'cause you died and you diss

Crush a Perc' inside a Sierra Mist

Bitch was poppin', had to give her a kiss

I ain't puttin' my name on hits

Why you braggin'? Niggas ain't kill shit

Hopped out on feet like he ran out of gas

I call him Yeat 'cause he stay with his mask

How you got it, but you stay with your mans?

Legs tatted, had to go get some Vans

Fifteen million cash, that's my advance

Fuck a opp bitch to get in her head

Think I love her, I'm tryna plot on her man

Think I love her, I'm tryna kill his ass

You a killer? Jam, check his referral

Flawless diamonds, you rock it better with curls

On a date, I gotta take her to Harold's

These Chanel, these ain't regular pearls

I'm so high off this X pill

I don't give no fuck how my ex feel

Your new nigga ain't put you on no jet still

Why send shots like he a threat? Yeah

Still use cash with the card on file

Check what you drinkin', they water it down

Said what you said, you a part of it now

Chance after chance, I done gave you a pound

Feds on your ass, gotta bury it now

I popped a Addy, I barely pronounce

Eyeball the weed and it's barely a ounce

Watch how you speak, you could bury your spouse

Bro, I got M's and I slept on the couch

Ain't got a bond, it got inherit amount

My budget two million, the killers is out

I get my teeth from the Mouth of the South

Got the location, you not in your house

How do it feel to have Glocks in your mouth?

I know you broke 'cause they froze your account

Feel like a goofy promotin' the clown

I told my lawyer I'm sober now

Run up a check 'cause I'm older now

Got who we want, so it's over now

How you slide, but ain't nobody vouch?

Counterfeit money, ain't nobody count

How you think I got two hundred pounds?

Fifties, fifties, fifties, two hundred rounds

Out of jail early, you know that he foul

Nike ski mask to cover the brows

No Auto, pain, I got a couple of styles

I done paid for a couple of trials

I done slaid me a couple of dials

Call her now 'cause I ain't fuck in a while

I got love for bro, he holdin' me down

Frrt, hold a couple of rounds

Frrt, standin' over him now, yeah

I'm so high off this X pill

I don't give no fuck how my ex feel

Your new nigga ain't put you on no jet still

Why send shots like he a threat? Yeah