HBK 2X - 17 Lyrics

I don't want nobody in the booth when I'm turnt nigga
She shake one cheek, two cheek
I'm up, you sleep
I put her in Saint Laurent
To mix and match with Gucci
I took off, them boys behind
While I get in some coochie
I don't even write these rhymes
I been ripped up them loose leafs
Yeah
Piped up as a bitch, I'm finna show a nigga
17 Up in this sig, finna blow a nigga
Why the lame nigga call me twin and I don't know a nigga?
I had to befriend that F&N, now we hoein' niggas
I want racks on racks on racks
Yeah, these niggas got me turnt up Roscoe Dash
More like Kodak how I skrt off in that jag
Metal plates on Lamborghinis, back to back
Yeah, we always getting cash that's why they mad, yeah
Hate on niggas getting paper, really sad
I can't see cause I'm too deep up in that bag, yeah
Shit on niggas, hundreds falling out my ass
Yeah
Piped up in this bitch I'm finna show a nigga
17 Up in this sig finna blow a nigga
Blow it nigga
I want me a scat that's fully loaded nigga
Is you really bussing caps or you just show it nigga?
Hit a stain then buss it to the trap, let's get it going nigga
That's why I'm on that drank so much, that shit just keep me flowing nigga
I don't like to think too much, my brain feel like exploding nigga
And I don't really say too much, but I'll really expose a nigga
I just made your hoe go tap them toes lil nigga
You just gave me dap, I ain't your bro lil nigga
Classy, but these niggas love to cap, I keep it cordial nigga
Get back you know them steppers on your ass, we at your door lil nigga
Racks on racks on racks
Yeah, these niggas got me turnt up Roscoe Dash
Yeah!
Racks on racks on racks!
Racks on racks on racks!
Racks on racks on racks!
We got racks on racks on racks!
Piped up as a bitch, I'm finna show a nigga
17 Up in my sig finna blow a nigga
Got a dick up on that sig finna blow a nigga
Got a dick up on that sig finna blow a nigga
Blow a nigga
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

I don't want nobody in the booth when I'm turnt nigga
She shake one cheek, two cheek
I'm up, you sleep
I put her in Saint Laurent
To mix and match with Gucci
I took off, them boys behind
While I get in some coochie
I don't even write these rhymes
I been ripped up them loose leafs
Yeah
Piped up as a bitch, I'm finna show a nigga
17 Up in this sig, finna blow a nigga
Why the lame nigga call me twin and I don't know a nigga?
I had to befriend that F&N, now we hoein' niggas
I want racks on racks on racks
Yeah, these niggas got me turnt up Roscoe Dash
More like Kodak how I skrt off in that jag
Metal plates on Lamborghinis, back to back
Yeah, we always getting cash that's why they mad, yeah
Hate on niggas getting paper, really sad
I can't see cause I'm too deep up in that bag, yeah
Shit on niggas, hundreds falling out my ass
Yeah
Piped up in this bitch I'm finna show a nigga
17 Up in this sig finna blow a nigga
Blow it nigga
I want me a scat that's fully loaded nigga
Is you really bussing caps or you just show it nigga?
Hit a stain then buss it to the trap, let's get it going nigga
That's why I'm on that drank so much, that shit just keep me flowing nigga
I don't like to think too much, my brain feel like exploding nigga
And I don't really say too much, but I'll really expose a nigga
I just made your hoe go tap them toes lil nigga
You just gave me dap, I ain't your bro lil nigga
Classy, but these niggas love to cap, I keep it cordial nigga
Get back you know them steppers on your ass, we at your door lil nigga
Racks on racks on racks
Yeah, these niggas got me turnt up Roscoe Dash
Yeah!
Racks on racks on racks!
Racks on racks on racks!
Racks on racks on racks!
We got racks on racks on racks!
Piped up as a bitch, I'm finna show a nigga
17 Up in my sig finna blow a nigga
Got a dick up on that sig finna blow a nigga
Got a dick up on that sig finna blow a nigga
Blow a nigga
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah