All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak
All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Graphic Art by @histo-sz

Lyrics:
Put it in the dash box locked that’s a warrant 
This cop better talk to me nice just a warning 
Coffee in my yeti it’s too early in the morning 
Second car pull up like hornets and they swarming 

That I’m why screaming Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man it’s bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell
Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man that's bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell

Tags out lock the quarter bow in the dash now 
Racks out when we hit club we gon' spazz out 
Back down yeah he talk loud but he’ll back down 
I see where you coming from like yo tracks out 
Hell naw I can’t be no bum I need stacks now 
Can’t be begging for no crumbs I need half now 
Cash out I don’t want no cash I want assets 
Acreage you know why they mad when we make it 

Put it in the dash box locked that’s a warrant 
This cop better talk to me nice just a warning 
Coffee in my yeti it’s too early in the morning 
Second car pull up like hornets and they swarming 

That I’m why screaming Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man it's bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell
Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man that's bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell

Fuck 12, yeah that means fuck em all 
When you talk about the good ones that shit make my skin crawl 
Just another tough guy real big balls 
Fuck 12, yeah that means fuck em all

That I’m why screaming Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bail and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man it’s bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell
Fuck 12, 

They all guilty by association

They all guilty by association

F12 [Prod. Brokeboishy]

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