SeventeenBitchBitchGangAyy, ayy, ayyAyyIt's got bad in this bitch like some of us ain't in here fellin'We run, shut up before we shred itGet an agenda, nigga tell meEvidence, mad tears, glosses, Smith & WessonIt's got bad in this bitch like some of us ain't in here fellin'You be talkin' all that *, you better shut up before we shed itWe don't call no pleas, we smoke dead niggas and crack melonUh, he claimin' that he gangsta, he get down, that nigga tellin'Uh, get on this opp, block, don't swirl the car, bro, just drop stepsI'm in the backseat with the chopper, like, bro, tell me when you readyI'ma hop out, run him down and turn his brains into spaghettiI been tryna * this thot inside the car, but she won't let meTwo monsters out the car at all times, don't think I'm sweetThey outside, they fun to die whenever we get on the streetOut the car, we open fire, we tryna fightWe tryna pull some * to sleepRunnin' down, takin' lives, makin' sure it's ecstasyI'ma be on earth, bitch, I be high, smoke some Austin, go to sleepAnd them niggas claim they ride, and that * really hard to seeCall up gang, it's time to slide, we fun to go be down the streetI'm in the backseat with that iron, tryna chase some * on feetIt's got bad in this bitch like some of us ain't in here fellin'You be talkin' all that *, you better shut up before we shed itWe don't call no pleas, we smoke dead niggas and crack melonUh, he claimin' that he gangsta, he get down, that nigga tellin'Uh, get on his opp, block, don't swear to cop, bro, just try steadyI'm in the backseat with the chopper, like, bro, tell me when you readyI'ma hop, I run him down and turn his brains into spaghettiI've been tryna * this thot inside the car, but she won't let meYou wanna die, just let me know, ass fly to underscoreSay his dog died, he miss him, I'ma send him with his broSay them chopper bullets kissed him, he was leakin' on the floorI ain't nothin' like them niggas, I'm official, I'm on goDrop that gang, the cuckoo gang, a blister nigga with a poleMan, they off, them fuckin' died, I'm smokin'Niggas, I don't know, green light, but we don't goGreen light, that my LeBron, need no helpI use my stick and turn this bitch into the floorDrop the pad and this bitch like some of us ain't them him fellasYou be talkin' all that *, you better shut up before we shed itWe don't call no pleas, we smoke dead niggas and crack melonsUh, he claimin' that he gangsta, he get down, that nigga tellin'Uh, get on his opp, block, don't swear to cop, bro, just try steadyI'm in the backseat with the chopper, like, bro, tell me when you readyI'ma hop, I run him down and turn his brains into spaghettiI've been tryin' to * this thot inside the car, but she won't let meYo, nigga, you niggas know what time it is, niggaYou niggas make a nigga come get one of you bitch ass, niggaYou niggas talk like niggas got, you niggas ain't gangstaYou niggas * in school, you niggas was bitch, you heard meSo you niggas still gon' be bitch, niggaThis ain't none of your niggas, this ain't no friend, niggaYou niggas think you could fix it edited by BobbyIt's couldn't be true, nigga, it's been 20 bucks