Lyrics B-12 Nuggets - Tha God Fahim

B-12 Nuggets

I had the high tops hat to the back
Green underneath the brim
With a gem on my neck
Black fo-fifth airholes at the end of the sket
Leave a nigga skeleton wet
They say skeleton keys open all doors
Need more Mount Rushmore
Dead presidents reinvent gore
Piss poor
Nightmares as a kid got me scarred
When I was young my bro was living behind bars
Live with many scars
Driven many cars
Shining amongst the stars like the diamonds in the Audemar
We was raw
And we was cooking up racks
Lay the track bag it up sell it like crack
Bag it up sell it like crack
Sitting in the crib bout four or five macs
In the studio I’m do for about four or five tracks
Cook it up bag it tight sell it like crack
Sell it like crack
Sitting in the crib bout four or five gats
Yeah I’m after cheese but I don’t do rats
Cook it up bag it tight sell it like crack
I sell it like that
Please excuse what my intentions is all that
Got a call back from a shorty all that
When to her spot and I hit it like Pac
Racks
Sitting at the table all strapped
Waiting at the hotel lobby to get dressed
Fresh
Dressed in nothing less than Guess
She impressed like most of these bitches just want sex
Yes
Bag it up sell it like white
Hustle I could do this all night
Bright
Shining like the moon at night
Feragamo belt with the Uzi on tight
Heights
I’m trying to go where no one has
Crafting demon raps up in no mans land
Fam you wouldn’t want to go there man
Say time lurks so you know they scam
Bag it up sell it like crack
Sitting in the crib bout four or five macs
In the studio I’m do for about fou or five tracks
Cook it up bag it tight sell it like crack
Sell it like crack
Sitting in the crib bout four or five gats
Yeah I’m after cheese but I don’t do rats
Cook it up bag it tight sell it like crack