Seventeen
Bitch
Bitch
Gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy
It's got bad in this bitch like some of us ain't in here fellin'
We run, shut up before we shred it
Get an agenda, nigga tell me
Evidence, mad tears, glosses, Smith & Wesson
It'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 it
We don't call no pleas, we smoke dead niggas and crack melon
Uh, 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 steps
I'm in the backseat with the chopper, like, bro, tell me when you ready
I'ma hop out, run him down and turn his brains into spaghetti
I been tryna * this thot inside the car, but she won't let me
Two monsters out the car at all times, don't think I'm sweet
They outside, they fun to die whenever we get on the street
Out the car, we open fire, we tryna fight
We tryna pull some * to sleep
Runnin' down, takin' lives, makin' sure it's ecstasy
I'ma be on earth, bitch, I be high, smoke some Austin, go to sleep
And them niggas claim they ride, and that * really hard to see
Call up gang, it's time to slide, we fun to go be down the street
I'm in the backseat with that iron, tryna chase some * on feet
It'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 it
We don't call no pleas, we smoke dead niggas and crack melon
Uh, 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 steady
I'm in the backseat with the chopper, like, bro, tell me when you ready
I'ma hop, I run him down and turn his brains into spaghetti
I've been tryna * this thot inside the car, but she won't let me
You wanna die, just let me know, ass fly to underscore
Say his dog died, he miss him, I'ma send him with his bro
Say them chopper bullets kissed him, he was leakin' on the floor
I ain't nothin' like them niggas, I'm official, I'm on go
Drop that gang, the cuckoo gang, a blister nigga with a pole
Man, they off, them fuckin' died, I'm smokin'
Niggas, I don't know, green light, but we don't go
Green light, that my LeBron, need no help
I use my stick and turn this bitch into the floor
Drop the pad and this bitch like some of us ain't them him fellas
You be talkin' all that *, you better shut up before we shed it
We don't call no pleas, we smoke dead niggas and crack melons
Uh, 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 steady
I'm in the backseat with the chopper, like, bro, tell me when you ready
I'ma hop, I run him down and turn his brains into spaghetti
I've been tryin' to * this thot inside the car, but she won't let me
Yo, nigga, you niggas know what time it is, nigga
You niggas make a nigga come get one of you bitch ass, nigga
You niggas talk like niggas got, you niggas ain't gangsta
You niggas * in school, you niggas was bitch, you heard me
So you niggas still gon' be bitch, nigga
This ain't none of your niggas, this ain't no friend, nigga
You niggas think you could fix it edited by Bobby
It's couldn't be true, nigga, it's been 20 bucks