1700 Down Lyrics

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