Fuck ACG

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