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17 with a 2.3 in my bag Finna blow up been strapped with a bag Hellcat motor this shit really fast I'm runnin' up money, can't catch me in last Carry a drake, walk in with no face I'll burn me up a opp, put ash in the vase I'll roll up in wood, just face me the pain I came from the hood, no, we not the same Say they gon' ride, but don't see a thing I'm tryna get lit, just pour up the drink My money stay flowing like water in Lake But I'm tryna take me to jet to L.A. Dunk on a opp, man, it get for real Hurt so bad, been stuck in the field And I really can't wait til I touch me a mil Green light, go Call me D-Lo, finna beat up the road I ain't from Florida, might cop me some gold I don't want shorty, I know she a ho I been tryna go touch me, a mil that's the goal I'm blowin' up, they f*ck with the music They think it's smart, but really it's stupid Feinin' for paper, yeah, I want the blue one If they wanna rock, bih let's do it Rock out, just tryna hit the stage Pourin' up, wokky lemonade Boxed out, can't push out the way Used to hate, now you callin' me gang I'm tryna take me to trip to Atlanta Double cup wokky, all in my Fanta Too many hoes, big body like Santa Goin' for the lay, bih I'm finna yam em Talk bout the Guys you know that I blammed him Pull out security, blacked out Phantom I ain't goin' out, I keep me a cannon Spoke on the bro and he turnt to a dancer He turnt to a dancer when I showed the Glock Wasn't even messin' with shorty no more I told her, just leave and go kick the rocks Walk in the party with all of my dawgs We finna go get lit, turn up the block I ain't no NLE Choppa but know that we stay in the block and we keepin' it hot I had a guy that think that he hard and tough, but in the end, he really is not I hate a bitch that think that she not be goin' But in the end, she hit the whole block 17 with a 2.3 in my bag Finna blow up been strapped with a bag Hellcat motor this shit really fast I'm runnin' up money, can't catch me in last Carry a drake, walk in with no face I'll burn me up a opp, put ash in the vase I'll roll up in wood, just face me the pain I came from the hood, no, we not the same Say they gon' ride, but don't see a thing I'm tryna get lit, just pour up the drink My money stay flowing like water in Lake But I'm tryna take me to jet to L.A. Dunk on a opp, man, it get for real Hurt so bad, been stuck in the field And I really can't wait til I touch me a mil Green light, go Call me D-Lo, finna beat up the road I ain't from Florida, might cop me some gold I don't want shorty, I know she a ho I been tryna go touch me, a mil that's the goal I'm blowin' up, they f*ck with the music He think it's smart, but really he stupid Feinin' for paper, yeah, I want the blue one If they wanna rock, bih let's do it