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17.5, Pt. 2
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Hip-Hop/Rap
17.5, Pt. 2 was released on April 8, 2026 by All Time Best Records as a part of the album 17.5, Pt. 2 - Single
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Release DateApril 8, 2026
LabelAll Time Best Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Seemo
Seemo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kaseem Prosser
Kaseem Prosser
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kaseem Prosser
Kaseem Prosser
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Pop out
Bitch I'm in ya city, pop out
Yop
ATB, yeah
Bitch I'm in ya city, pop out
Bitch, yeah, I'm in your city, pop out
One bitch from the city, she too mixy, bring the chop out
He ain't really havin' motion baby, I can tell he lyin' to you
I got Dior B22s, all up on my feet
Fuckin' in a AMG, baby say she, "love the seats"
She worry 'bout me when I'm out, cause she know I'm in the streets
I'm a cool-ass ****, but you know I got my heat
I'm bussin' fullys all in traffic, I ain't worried about police
**** movin' like a narc, so he got whacked
And if I heard you nailed my bitch for a fact you gettin' taxed
I just sold his ass to 8thy for a bean, he got waxed
1750 for the pounds, I'm like Jeezy in the trap
You see Chanel on your bitch, I did that, what you do?
Ham ass ****, you ain't got no sauce, you a noob
Flexin' ass **** in the trenches, now you look like food
My face expression on calm, but my outfit sayin' Rhude
Fox 29, I put that boy right on the news
Like you was homeless, .223s take you right up out your shoes
.223s take you right up off this earth
I got fans in different cities, on the road I got some shirts
I'm throwin' dots to my ****, in the field, Seemo Hurts
I be movin' with that 30, I ain't talk about no percs
I got Mr. Blue Beam with me, how you ain't hear about Smirk?
Whatshisname was trollin', watchin' stories, now that **** in the dirt
Trapper of the year, I got what you need, ****, come and tap in
.45 on my hip like some fat **** jeans
Dawg it's 2023 and **** still sippin' green
On a late night, probably get my dreads twisted by Reen
Why would I front you, I know you gon' fuck that pape up
The trick to bein' smart, is knowin' when to fuckin' play dumb
That **** say he touchin' bread, compared to me, that shit is crumbs
I be movin' out here like a **** on a run
We bought Za to the block and **** ain't say, "Thanks"
Seventeen five on the pounds and I got some drank
I got a play out Baltimore, he said, "champ this shit crank"
Free my brother out the feds, he usin' combs as a shank
I'm tryin' to get my bro a honey bun
Why your homie lookin' bad, put him on to somethin'
I'll swim to the play, I don't care I'm still gon' come
Every dollar count
I told my bitch to spend that shit cause I don't care bout the amount
I tried to make sure you ate, but you wanna take food out my mouth
Written by: Kaseem Prosser
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