BlocBoy JB & Tay Keith – No Chorus Pt. 12 (Audio, Lyrics, Lyric Visualizer)

BlocBoy JB & Tay Keith - No Chorus Pt. 12 (prod. Tay Keith)

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Blocboy Jb & Tay Keith No Chorus Pt. 12
Blocboy Jb & Tay Keith No Chorus Pt. 12

Though the hype behind BlocBoy JB has died down significantly since “Look Alive,” he’s continued to drop a steady amount of music through loose singles. Typically, the tracks are direct uploads to YouTube with little to none of them actually making their way onto streaming platforms. Despite what Spotify or Apple Music tells you, BlocBoy’s catalog is extensive.

Today, the rapper returned with a brand new banger alongside Tay Keith titled, “No Chorus Pt. 12.” Tay Keith whips up a bass-heavy, minimalistic instrumental for BlocBoy JB who appropriately yells “fuck 12” repetitively 30 seconds into the track. The pair don’t necessarily deliver the same type of hit-making magic as they did in 2018 but it’s certainly one of the tighter efforts from BlocBoy in recent times.

BlocBoy JB & Tay Keith – No Chorus Pt. 12 (prod. Tay Keith)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Them niggas get the fuck down
Right motherfuckin’ now
Told ’em get the fuck down
Right motherfuckin’ now

[Refrain]
Pull up in a car that’s ’bout my size (My size)
I get the ass like a car ride, yeah (Skrr)
She taller than me and got nice thighs (Woo, woo, woo)
I bend her over to my size (Yeah)
My drug dealer said that the price rised (Nah)
Now it’s no more Mr. Nice Guy (Yeah)
I set that boy up about four times (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!)
I hit the man with the close line (Aight let’s go)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, hold on, yeah, no chorus 12
Twelve, twelve, twelve, fuck 12, nigga
Man the bitch ran up came in my house took all my shit
[?] motherfucka but guess what now, bitch
Fuck ’em bitch, hmmm (Yeah, ayy)
Fuck 12, all my niggas just duck 12
Twelve gauge make a nigga taste buck shells (Facts)
Three times four, nigga that’s twelve (Twelve)
I can’t trust these niggas they singing like Maxwell (Oh)
Back in them days I had me a Nextel
Fucked on your bitch and the neck well (Well)
When you get the green without a yard sale
They sayin’ you move weight like [?], that’s deep (That’s on my momma)
Smokin’ on gas OG (Gas)
Three for the ten, buyin’ ass nigga you too cheap (Cheap)
They said they didn’t want me in Memphis in May
Well I’m in this bitch I got Drac’ in the Jeep (Facts)
No cap I got Drac’ in the Jeep (Drac’)
He like to ride under my seat
I got a bitch named Keyanna, she work at [?], she go get my money for me (Ayy)
I heard the opps talkin’ everyday, but it feels like these niggas runnin from me
Yesterday, yeah I spent ’bout two hunnid K, nigga like it was nothin’ to me (Yeah)
I count that money to sleep (Yeah)
Let’s load up them Glocks and have fun for a week (Yeah, yeah)
That bitch got ass [?] (Woo)
I don’t know I’m a Crip, so you know I’m a C (Crip)

[Refrain]
Pull up in a car that’s ’bout my size (Skrr, skrr)
I get the ass like a car ride (Yeah)
She taller than me and got nice thighs (Uh)
I bend her over to my size (Yeah, that’s on my momma)
My drug dealer said that the price rised
Now it’s no more Mr. Nice Guy (Yeah)
I set that boy up about four times (Uh)
I hit the man with the close line (Line, line)

[Verse 2]
All this [?] Louis, Burberry and Gucci, lil’ nigga yo clothes lyin’ (Lyin’, lyin’)
I hit your bitch from the back and I smack on her booty now that means yo hoe mine (That’s mine)
He got a fresh fade from [?] put a hole in his head he got no line (Woah)
He got a scholarship from St. France, add another one now he got no mind (Fool)
Don’t shake hands with the opps, bitch we ain’t with the partnerships
Nine to his head [?] ship (Yeah)
I’m on a yatch with a nigga named André, you could say this [?] ship (Facts)
I need a bitch that look some like Beyoncé but she gotta have Rihanna hips (Skrr)
I’m ’bout that action, no verb I say just one word and you’ll see a hunnid crips (Ooh woo)
I’m a blue Benjamin and you a Jefferson (A Jefferson)
I got so many bitch, can run a marathon (A marathon)
Quit all that Instagram cappin’, you don’t really carry guns (You lackin’)
And that lil’ hoe that you lovin’, that’s the bitch we sharin’ on (Nigga)

[Verse 3]
Late night creep (Creep)
I been searchin’ for ’em for a week (Yeah, yeah)
I found his ID (ID)
I’ma kill that nigga where he sleep (Yeah, yeah)
This a IG (Woah)
Bitch I be thuggin’ hard in the streets (The streets)
I saw a young nigga loose his heart in the street
The nigga shot your nigga in the car that was me (That was me, that was me)
Search for ’bout five days (Five days)
Shoot with two hands not sideways (Raah)
You on that gun play
Doo-doo, doo-doo, what that gun say
Leave a man dead in his driveway (Uh)
Mean muggin’, the shit that I play (I play)
Up on him first that’s what I say (I say)
Can’t let today be my die day (Die day)
Hop off the porch with that Glock like it’s Friday (Friday)
Nah I ain’t Craig
I’m walkin’ around this bih like I’m Deebo (Deebo)
I’ma put the gun to his head make him get low (Get low)
They gas a nigga up at the [?] go
A nigga got the up ’cause the truck that we got is a rental (Skrr)
.30 on me, hangin’ out long like a limo
Fuck your baby daddy and his weak ass demo (Fuck him)
Call up the plug and tell him to send mo’ (I need that shit now nigga)
Crips on the left side (Yeah)
Bloods on the right side (Yeah)
These niggas hoes they play in the middle but we know them bitches ain’t gon ride (Facts)
I got a bitch she straight out the West
But I’m ’bout to show her the Eastside (Eastside, bitch)
Gang unit calling askin’ these questions
But I can not show y’all my C side (No talkin’)
I plead the fifth but I’m three quiet (Yeah)
Fuck wrong with these guys (Yeah)
I keep the strap in my car when I go to court, police see me I throw peace sign (Peace)
A lot of opps niggas sayin’ they gon’ get rich, well lil’ bitch just keep tryin’ (Tryin’)
Why the opps niggas be up on bitch shit?
I don’t know that’s why them bitches keep dyin’, on Crip

[Outro]
Them niggas get the fuck down
Right motherfuckin’ now
Told ’em get the fuck down
Right motherfuckin’ now
Hahah
You know what I’m sayin’
That’s why them bitches keep dyin’

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