Chords for Lil Durk - B12

_ I'm a clearance detail, six carries in my ear for detail
I be getting all my watches retail
Carter murder, he tryna call me Meek Mill
Sold him a lean but duty got his refill
I know [Ab] real killers act like females
[Cm] All the trenches bitches give me T-Still
How you kill him bro I need the details
Adderall feel like it's mixed with B-12
You kept telling all my secrets be real
Headshot stop running B-Still
I could sink a whole block with these pills
Mr.
Stryker I don't know why you need L's
Pull up to a whole mosque and pray still
Call a bro converse he got the switch
Only problem cause you down and you dissin'
Christian Perkins out of Sierra Miss
Bitches poppin' had to give her a kiss
I ain't Chanel these ain't regular pearls
_ I'm so high off this X-Phil
_ I don't give no [Db] fuck how my [Bbm] ex feel
[Cm] Your new nigga ain't put you on no jet still
_ _ Watch them shots like he a threat, yeah
[Ab] Still use cash but the card don't file
Check what you drinking they water it down
Said what you [Cm] said you a part of it now
Chance after chance I done gave you a pound
Fears on your hands gotta bury it now
I popped a addy I barely pronounce
I ball the weed and it's barely a ounce
Watch how you speak you could bury your spouse
Boy I got L's and I step on the couch
Ain't got a bond I got hair in my mouth
My budget too many and the killers is out
I get my teeth in the mouth with a sound
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 [C] like a goofy promoting the clown
I told [Ab] my lawyer I'm sober now
Run up a check cause I'm older now
Got what we want so it's over now
How you slide but ain't [Cm] nobody vouch
Counterfeit money ain't nobody count
How you think I got 200 pounds
50's 50's 50's 200 rounds
Out of jail early you know that he foul
Nike ski mask to cover the brown
Now while I'm paying I got a couple of stowns
I done paid for a couple of trowns
I done slayed me a couple of dimes
Call him now cause I ain't fucking around
I got love for bro he holding me down
Hold a couple of rounds
Standing over him now
_ _ I'm so high off this X pill
_ I don't give no fuck [Bbm] how my ex [Cm] feel
Your new nigga ain't put you on no jet steel
_ _ Watching shots [Db] like you three [Cm] years _ _ _ _ _
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