[Lyric] 12 To The 30 (John Doe (NT))

[Verse 1: John Doe]
17 and I’m big body, spinning wheels in the black hottie
Cunts talk shit I’m in the streets often
Doin ram raids got the cops poppin'
What did mans do when I pressed him
Got a few cunts and I can’t wait to chef them
Talk shit keep your head down interesting, bitch that’s impressive
See you in public, cunt let’s address
This boy stay fake, stayin' up late, better lock your gate
Ballyd up at the front of your place so don’t play games
Got no case 'cause I cover my face
Hope my brothers doin' well, sending our love from the 0812
To the outside world, this place look like hell
12 to the 30, doin cunts dirty
Keeping it cеrti, certified crim
Tapping my calls, bitch I got more sims
All thеm feds, they can suck my dick
Not a gift but I rap real sick
I’m changing this shit, hitting them licks
Get poked like a pick if these lads talk big till I pop that lid
Fuck the screws, you know how we do
We pull up with the crew, just me and Magoo
Changing the game 'cause the game stay the same
These gangstas are lame doing crime for the fame
[Hook: John Doe & Magoo]
Stayin up late late on some boss shit
You cunts spit raps on some flop shit
All your raps are dog shit
Give a bitch dick and she wants it
Sucking on my neck bitch stop it
Steal a bitch purse and I hocked it
Bitch look fit, man I bet she does cross fit
Henny in my cup getting low, so I topped it

[Verse 2: Magoo & John Doe]
Yeah, talk about Aussie rap
Got your bitch, she be sucking like a mozzie lad
Got a milf backstage, she be Asian
Doesn't seemed phased but amazed when I rap like that
Call me a predator apex, dodging these bullets like Matrix
Take a vacation, want my boys back at the station
Man fuck that, [?] the cops and we be blazing
See my bars are amazing
Take a sip at a time plus a line then I'm wasted
Everybody talking bout the fame and I hate it
I'll tell you what I know about the game, if I make it
But right now, I ain't saying shit, ain't rude just don't fake it
Wanna be rude, I'll put your head on the pavement
Stomp your face in, it's in caved in, take your bracelet
Like ice on your wrist, that's fake shit
My wrist got a shine, leave you blind
Got a bitch so fine, eighteen that's ancient
Got a problem with my rhymes
Saying nigga so many times, someone cries that's racist
Let's face it
Getting it down with the same chick
'Cause all these hoes they be basic
Putting in work for the payslip
Spend that money, make a fake bitch
Hitting my line, touch bases
Tab on my tongue see faces
Blade in the drain, no traces argh!