Seventeen Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Never worry 'bout a single hatin' motherf*cker
Lookin like my next supper, all these moves that I'm makin' got people talkin
Like how many papers is this man signin', I'm back wit' the backpack rap
Man I'm thinkin' that this shit finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash if we talkin' 'bout that
Run, run it like Forrest Gump can you feel that, ayy
I'm a renaissance man, if you wanna get a feat you not gon' get response man
I be hotter than some shit your mom cook in a sauce pan
Don't be jealous, don't be rude, go back to rollin' up grams
People think I'm sick as shit but I'm just eatin' on ham
Wanna beat me in my game then bitch I'm settin' up camp
When the females hear my name I know they p*ssy all damp
Mr. Veterinarian I make that kitty go ham (Damn)

[Chorus]
Ballin', only seventeen, my skin is green
Watching numbers goin' up that's just the everyday routine
All my old friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I'm Cube I always hit 'em with no vaseline

[Post-Chorus]
Always sayin' no when you ask 'em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin' up I always say no bitch this dick ain't free
Watchin' on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin' all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

[Verse 2]
You got cash, buy some chains, I buy houses ain't that strange You ain't shit, I get lit, all you do is counterfeit
Little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink
Shit I'm thirsty give it back, and she blondy just like Zac
("Who the f*ck is Zac?" "high school musical")
Bitch hold my stacks I'm 30 minutes late to France
Gotta get this cash, never give no chance, better bounce that ass, paid her an advance
Got me through this day, sippin' on Bombay, I don't trust you gotta take this survey
Man I don't look back, never cut no slack, better get way back, 'fore yo ass get smacked, uh
Memphis flow but I'm from Jakarta ho, never understood my hustle but I guess the more you know
Checkin' on your Instagram I see that shit is going slow, always hating on the progress man yo ass has gotta go

[Chorus]
Ballin', only seventeen, my skin is green
Watching numbers goin' up that's just the everyday routine
All my old friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I'm Cube I always hit 'em with no vaseline

[Post-Chorus]
Always sayin' no when you ask 'em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin' up I always say no bitch this dick ain't free
Watchin' on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin' all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

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