Video F 12 de Luhh Dyl 2025 Rap Lyrics

Luhh Dyl - F 12 Lyrics

[Intro: Luhh Dyl & Tee Grizzley]
Yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Slow down, uh-huh (J Gramm)

[Verse 1: Luhh Dyl]
Okay, one, remember, without God, then you ain't nothin'
Gotta face your problems like a man, can't let 'em see you run
When it's beef, all the opps retreat, so this beef shit ain't fun
Keep my heat right under my seat, no, I can't go for nothin'
Alright, two, when did these niggas get tough up out the blue?
Football ain't work for 'em, I guess they tryin' somethin' new
Don't ask why I go hard, I always dreamed of stars up in the roof
Luhh Dyl a safety hazard, he cause fires in the booth
Okay, three, do your homework 'fore you try to step to me
I'm with glitch and we behind tint with an AR next to me
That nigga ain't did what I did, how dare you put him next to me?
Drac' get wild, it might hit a child, so pick your destiny
Okay, four, by the time I count to five, we at your door
Like, what you want? If you say it's smoke, then put it on the floor
Okay, six, better not leave without your blick, like keep it close
Couple niggas died from doin' that, so I know how it go
Make an eight, then go blow it all for nights that we ain't ate
Know I skipped seven, but, shit, that's where I'm from, I got away
If I fuck with you, then nine, but if not, ten is what you pay
Ever since eleven, I had dreams of rockin' out the stage
Fuck 12, they still got cuz locked up behind the cage
Thirteen an hour what dukes made, we was livin' underpaid
We took L's, but now all is well, I charge it to the game
Forth quarter, ball was in my hands, I clutched it for the gang, ooh
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Clutched up for the whole gang (Clutch)
Clutched up, won the whole game (Clutch)
Niggas ain't got no pape', ain't got no rank, they some no-names (Fuckin' lames)
Put lettuce on you, romaine
Got chicken chicken, Rocaine (Chicken chicken)
Before music and GTA, I only played the dope game (You know that)
I was taught be quiet, let that cake talk, frr, frr (Frr)
I was taught be quiet, let them K's talk, frr, frr (Frr)
New Maybach 680 black and white, look like an eight-ball (Shit)
Hate a strong word, but all you bitch niggas, I hate y'all (I hate 'em)
When I'm in the city, where I post is like the Navy base (Know that)
Hundred Glocks, eighty Dracs, twenty of 'em fullies, gang (You know that)
Knew how to make noodles, but I had to learn to cook the K (Know that)
Trappin' in the snow, no winter coats, we had on hoodies, gang (You know that)
Drivin' through the O with all these pills to buy some Trues and WICs (Trappin')
I come back with more blues than the Bills, that's why she choosin' me (She on me)
I was hittin' hoes from Arbor Hills 'cause we ran through the D (We hit 'em all)
Dodged all them cases, all them shells, bitch, I'm too elite (Know that)

[Verse 3: Luhh Dyl]
All she did was take two shots, now she can't keep her hands off
When you playin' in the shit I play with, wash your hands off
I ain't lyin', touched my first ten and broke my mans off
I ain't lyin', by the time I count to five, I'll bet his head off
All she did was take two shots, now she can't keep her hands off
When you playin' in the shit I play with, wash your hands off
I ain't lyin', touched my first ten and broke my mans off
I ain't lyin', by the time I count to five, I'll bet his head off