Seventeen

Never worry 'bout a single hatin' motherfucker 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 pussy all damp Mr. Veterinarian, I make that kitty go ham (Damn) Ballin', only seventeen, my skin is green Watchin' 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 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 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 fuck 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 Ballin', only seventeen, my skin is green Watchin' 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 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