1700 down

When I pop out the car, I'm a creep and I get em
Pop out quick, few the chopper, I split em
If you standing right with him, I swear I'm a (boom)
I swear I'm a kill him Hop in that you, you swear I'm a spin him

These real niggas jeans, Imma spin in my denim
If you come up the walk and you come after dark
I'm a up it and Spark, I swear you ain't winning
I'm fucking your bitch, in Margielas

Bitch, wipe me down when I pop out the car only
Had eight rounds, like seven, eight niggas got hit in they crowns
One went up, one went down Don't serve out a pop, bitch, i serve by the pound young bre going up, nigga, where's my crown
And im fresh to death bitch, wipe me down
Bitch, wipe me down, bitch, wipe me down
And I'm fucking the Glock when my man named reek

If The cops on my ass, then I'm running on feet
If a nigga look birdie, I'm taxing that feat
I'ma take that bread, buy a new AP How the fuck you from Florida, you don't know
Glee

When I go up to A, I'm pushing that P
Got shot in his hemorrhoids, taking a seat
Nigga better look out when he mentioning me
I ain't talking about ski when I'm rocking my ski

When I'm rolling my sheet, man, I'm rolling OG
And he moking real good, I'm a high i cant see
He look mad as shit, man, I gave him a T
Bitch, wiping me down, bitch, said I'm on fleek

And he stand in that field stump him out wit my cleats
Shawty look real good, and I like her physique
All these dick riding niggas, stay riding my meat
Where you at whats good where you wanna meet

I'ma burn up the wood with a cold heat
I ain't smoking no woods, I roll sheets
I was up in that hood for a whole week
When I go up the Ah, when I go up to Ah

Bitch, wipe me, bitch, wipe me, bitch, wipe me, bitch, wipe me down
1701, bitch, come in the block, your ass be done
My bullets, they hawk him, don't even run

Boy, come on the walk, and I'm blowin' my pun
Got a pint of the wok, I ain't sippin' on tris
And that nigga a bitch, she throwin' up diss
And you he know who he is

Lil' snake in the grass, that nigga be hissin
On his grave' imma piss
I ain't talkin' bout ski when I'm rockin' my ski
When I'm rolling my sheet, man, I'm rolling no G

And he moking real good, I'm a high i cant see
He look mad as shit, man, I gave him a T
Bitch, you wiping me down, bitch, said I'm on fleek
Shawty look real good, and i like her physique

All these dick-ridin' niggas, they ridin' my meat
Where you at? What's good? Where you wan. meet I'ma burn up the wood when the cold heat
I ain't smokin' no woods, I roll sheets

I was up in that hood for a whole week
Till them niggas, free 30, fuck them
He was really in motion, that nigga a bucket
He really be mokin', he pop at your muffin

How the fuck you forget about Moe 300
No bap On the men, I'ma slide with the dyke
And she bringing' a strap in this bitch
She shoot real good, she be fuckin' the clit

She don't stop bussin', she empty the clip
Up shit off the hip, when I come on yo rip
And you better not move, don't reach in that dip
If you reachin', I teach, I'ma blow up your wrist

If I need me a reaper, I'ma call up wick, yeah no bap I'm a real, no money maker, I'm the realest
Growin' up in the yard, we tussle ' gorillas
Never thought about music, been cranking', spinrilla

Got a crazy cracker, bitch, call her Vanilla
Got a real jew, bitch, so we both hate hitler
I'm in the car and I'm clickin' that trigger
I'm hitting at nigga's, I'm hittin' at nigga's

I'm hittin' at nigga's, I'm clickin' that trigger
And I'm on, wipe me down
And I'm on, and I'm on
And I'm on, yeah, yeah

And I'm on, and I'm on
And I'm on, and I'm on
Wipe me down