Summer Seventeen (feat. Yo Gotti)

You scared to die ****?

Open your eyes wide

And I pray you are

Hwugh

I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it (Hwugh)

All the dope boys say they wanna be me (Boss)

I got a lick boy, I got a lick (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 (Woop)

My **** bought the stick but you wanna fade

Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing (Hwugh)

All my **** 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 (Hwugh)

'Cause calling the police is the only thing free (Woop)

I had to park that purple Lamborghini (Nyoom)

And pull that Chevy back out on the cement (Hwugh)

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

And all Renzel do is push a button

(Woop, woop, woop, woop)

I want my **** rich by summer 17 (Let's get it)

I want my **** rich by summer 17

I want my **** rich by summer 17 (All my ****)

I want my **** rich by summer 17 (I'm talkin' all my ****)

I had a quarter mil when I was 17

Quarterback and quarter ki, plus I own the team

Rather you then me, rather me than you

Riding in that coupe (Skirt, skrrt!)

Hanging out shooting (Bow!)

Glass panoramic top, I don't got no roof

Your bitch wishing on a star, I can see the moon

I can count to a million with my eyes closed

Can shoot a pussy with that chopper

While I'm blindfolded (Brrrt!)

DRACO, DRACO, DRACO, fitted cap a halo

Actavis and Faygo, no pussies on my payroll

It's 'bout to be a cold summer, hot winter

It's mid-March, I may make it rain till September

I want my **** rich by summer 17 (Summertime)

I want my **** rich by summer 17 (All of mine)

I want my **** rich by summer 17 (Summertime)

I want my **** rich by summer 17

(Hwugh!)

I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it (Lord)

Half a million to my lawyer 'cause he undefeated

Shots fired, you short of breathing

Barefoot, 'cause them kids took your Adidas (Woo)

I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan (Mama)

Homicide detectives call your boy the "Son of Sam?" (Mama)

Zaca flesh shake up the block, that's with a hundred grand (Zaca)

Put that voodoo on you **** so that gun'll jam (Whoa)

You know them **** killers how they name ring (Boss)

You know them **** winners how they chain swing (Aah)

All the bitches sellin' pussy charge the same thing (Okay)

Richest **** in the hood, we call him Rain Man

I want my **** rich by summer 17 (Summertime!)

I want my **** rich by summer 17 (All my ****, let's go!)

I want my **** rich by summer 17

I want my **** rich by summer 17

Lord! I'm talking all my ****

All my ****

Summer 17

Summer 17