Summer Seventeen (feat. Yo Gotti)

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 (boss) 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 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 seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my niggas! I'm talking all my niggas!) I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I had a quarter mil' when I was seventeen Quarterback and quarter keys, plus I own the team Rather you than me, rather me than you Riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting 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, and shoot a pussy with that chopper while I'm blindfolded Draco, draco, draco (draco), fitted cap a halo (halo) Activis and Faygo, no pussies on my payroll It's 'bout to be a cold summer, hot winter This year in march, I might make it rain 'til September I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen 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 seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my niggas, let's go!) I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen Lord! I'm talking all my niggas! All my niggas! Every one of em, nigga Summer seventeen nigga!