Fuck ACG Lyrics

Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, 17, 10k, haha, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy

This that mean shit, fuck ACG shit All those belly rolls, 3-0 t-shirt, Joey, we see it

Fuck all of you niggas, so let's get to beefin' Me and 17 touch grass, all y'all niggas wreakin

This that motherfuckin' trap shit, FBH pack shit Smokin' on Cillian, off the niggas, got body, then put in that pack quick

Look at the opps like mathematics, when we get to subtraction Matter of fact, these choppers chop them up just like a fraction

And that whip was 17, bitch, I'm off a beam Bullets rip into your spleen, Trish that whole bag for 30 dollars

Nigga was on his knees, 17, makin' so much paper, he killin' them trees

If you run up on me with a chopper in your hand, uh, you finna see

Big body, like a ball of dirt Fuck that nigga, percent, he a whole third

Shoutout to the homie named 17, flow like a butterfly, stayin' like a bee

Bitch, I'm in the red like Muhammad Ali And niggas talkin' about me when I be ridin' the gas seat

Like, yo, bitch, eatin' on my cock first, John got a U.F.A. doctor

Under the bed, monster, saw like a monger, she was a poster

Nigga named Dobby, you a lark, uh, Joey built like a fat shark, uh

I sell steef in the park, uh, catch a nigga lackin' at the park, uh

Yo, Kami, you stoppin'

Yeah, I'm not tryna go too hard on these niggas, you know what I'm sayin'

Yeah, we're gonna end it off here

Sight, FBH up in my pack, nigga, they up in my split

Sound like the One Punch Man, my fist, niggas steady talkin' bout my foot bliss

Uh, uh, uh, uh, freestyle rappin', yeah, you know I'm off the dome

Runnin' with your hoe like Patrick Mahomes

Put the bullets up to your mouth, nigga, don't like 17

That is a homie, stackin' his green and I feel like I'm Broly

Fed in a way, uh, Kobe, throw the love up in the air like Jenoblee, damn

Alright, bro, can I get 10K now? Thank you, love you