Summer Seventeen

You scared to die nigga?

Open your eyes wide and I pray you are

I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it

All the dope boys say they wanna be me

I got a lick boy, I got a lick

2017 trust me boy, this one is it

I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn

Pool of bitches fucking me

I got em' taking turns

My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade

Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing

All my niggas mad they like fuck the world

Back to standin' on the ave with a couple birds

If you a killer well I'm tryna see

Cause calling the police is the only thing free

I had to park that purple Lamborghini?

And pull that Chevy back out on the cement

I'm from the city where they kill for nothin'

And all Renzel do is push a button

I want my niggas rich by summer 17

I want my niggas rich by summer 17

I want my niggas rich by summer 17

I want my niggas rich by summer 17

I pulled my pistol then I said my name

I know you scared but repeat your game

You off to hell when you see them flames

Now pray for me cause I had did some things

I'm keepin' neck bones in my mama pot

Got on my necklaces; I'm sittin' in a drop

I'm livin' reckless and it never stop

That's why I'm beefin' with a nigga

Live right up the block

A body fall I might get double back

Your money gone that's why I'm runnin' rap

They put my rhymes in the New York Times

I let her snort a line, ridin' when I slide

I tend to smile when the bricks movin'

Might grow the beard big as Rick Rubin

Okay, Coral, nigga get 'em up

All them bitches smile

Who want it in the butt

I want my niggas rich by summer 17

I want my niggas rich by summer 17

I want my niggas rich by summer 17

I want my niggas rich by summer 17

I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it

Half a million to my lawyer

Cause he undefeated

Shots fired; you short of breathing

Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas

I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan

How much y'all detectives

Call yo' boy the son of Sam

Zaca flesh shake up the block

That's with a hundred grand

Put that voodoo on you niggas

So that gun'll jam

You know them niggas killers

How they name ring

You know them niggas winners

How they chain swing

All the bitches sellin' pussy

Charge the same thing

Richest nigga in the hood

We call him Rain Man

I want my niggas rich by summer 17

I want my niggas rich by summer 17

I want my niggas rich by summer 17

I want my niggas rich by summer 17