Summer Seventeen (feat. Yo Gotti)

You scared to die nigga?
 Open your eyes wide and I pray you are
 I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
 All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss)
 I got a lick boy, I got a lick
 2017 trust me boy, this one is it
 I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn
 Pool of bitches fucking me, I got em' taking turns
 My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade
 Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing
 All my niggas mad they like fuck the world
 Back to standin' on the Ave. with a couple birds
 If you a killer well I'm tryna see
 Cause calling the police the only thing free
 I had to park that purple Lamborghini
 And pull that Chevy back out on the cement
 I'm from the city where they kill for nothin'
 And all Renzel do is push a button
 I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
 I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
 I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
 (All my niggas! I'm talking all my niggas!)
 I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
 I had a quarter mil' when I was seventeen
 Quarterback and quarter keys, plus I own the team
 Rather you than me, rather me than you
 Riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting
 Glass panoramic top, I don't got no roof
 Your bitch wishing on a star
 I can see the moon
 I can count to a million with my eyes closed, and shoot a pussy with that chopper while I'm blindfolded
 Draco, draco, draco (draco), fitted cap a halo (halo)
 Activis and Faygo, no pussies on my payroll
 It's 'bout to be a cold summer, hot winter
 This year in march, I might make it rain 'til September
 I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
 I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
 I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
 I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
 I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
 Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated
 Shots fired; you short of breathing
 Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas
 I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan
 How much y'all detectives call yo' boy the son of Sam
 Zaca flesh shake up the block, that's with a hundred grand
 Put that voodoo on you niggas so that gun'll jam
 You know them niggas killers how they name ring
 You know them niggas winners how they chain swing
 All the bitches sellin' pussy charge the same thing
 Richest nigga in the hood, we call him Rain Man
 I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
 I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
 (All my niggas, let's go!)
 I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
 I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
 Lord! I'm talking all my niggas!
 All my niggas!
 Every one of em, nigga
 Summer seventeen nigga!