Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, 1317
Seventeen, thirteen
Huh, eleven, thirty-seven
[Verse 2]
Yeah, pull up on the scene, pull up with my team
And I'm on three things, what the fuck you mean?
Purple, white, and green, purple, white, and green
I ain't never goin' back to broke again, what's up?
[Verse 3]
Okay, I pulled up with my team, you brought yours, that's a combination
She hit my line back to back, that's a combination
Broke the door down to the game, had the combination
Got the juice, that's why you clawin' for some conversation
[Verse 4]
Yeah, liquor, molly, lean, combo number three
Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see
Young **** about racks and bands
Combine that and flex on Instagram
Goddamn
Double cup, double cup, pour me up, let me begin
Fuck is you sayin'?
Turn me up, beat it up, wake up, and do it again
Combo
Make your face do the George Condo
My flow Pablo Picasso, I know
I'ma pull up on your gate, what's the combination?
I got my friends, you got your friends, it's a compilation
Come and take a trip with me, let's go on vacation
Hundreds, fifties, twenties, what a combination
[Verse 5]
Yeah, pull up on the scene, pull up with my team
And I'm on three things, what the fuck you mean?
Purple, white, and green, purple, white, and green
I ain't never goin' back to broke again, what's up?
[Verse 6]
Okay, I pulled up with my team, you brought yours, that's a combination
She hit my line back to back, that's a combination
Broke the door down to the game, had the combination
Got the juice, that's why you clawin' for some conversation
Okay, I pulled up with my team, you brought yours, that's a combination
She hit my line back to back, that's a combination
Broke the door down to the game, had the combination
Got the juice, that's why you clawin' for some conversation
[Verse 7]
Born rich and cool club, that's a combination
Damn, I hit the skreets hard, that shit feel amazing
True players all up in my congregation
Church, preach, cathedral, woo, combination
Me without no money, that's a complication
Justification, we made plans, but I'm steady flakin'
Put you in rotation, hit the Molly, rollin' like Nick Saban
Ain't no shrimp and lobster steak, and, boo, you got this shit mistaken
Hit that Burger King, let you get any combination
Underground Grammy, where my nomination?
Uh, underground Grammy, where my nomination?
Everything in moderation, except for what we blazin', Mac
[Verse 8]
Yeah, pull up on the scene, pull up with my team
And I'm on three things, what the fuck you mean?
Purple, white, and green, purple, white, and green
I ain't never goin' back to broke again, what's up?
[Verse 9]
Okay, I pulled up with my team, you brought yours, that's a combination
She hit my line back to back, that's a combination
Broke the door down to the game, had the combination
Got the juice, that's why you clawin' for some conversation
[Verse 10]
1317 Savages in the building
We got the beautiful butter pecan
The cool, TheCoolisMac
My boy, Quentin Miller
P Goody, the too goody
Pearl, he trippin'
And of course, the one and only
Coach Cam, 1317 Savages
One for all, and all for one
We down to ball, so roll up one
And the blunt is on me
Gas tank is on E
But these bitches is fuckin' for free
So go ahead and fuck with me
Written by: A