F17 Lyrics

Let's make a toast back block we Cracking glass, yea

Thirty Three that mean cracking cash, yea

High speed that mean I tapped the gas, Yea

Bandicoot I hope this bitch don't Crash, Yea

Wet the opps then we go take a bath, Aye

Fronted Ten I was tryna make it last, Aye

Hated broke I was tryna break the cast, Yea

F17 like I don't kno my math! Yea

Glock seventeenth but that bitch Whack adults

Green tips jump out that stick that Bitch'll shrink the hulk

Going so hard wit these verses you can Pay me with soft

Bro goin so hard with scammin you Can pay him with sauce

Nikes on for a month im tryna check Trap

I know a nigga got 96 he was tryna air a Max

It's a switchy on the Glock that bitch Came with tourette

Blowing 5ths on the avenue before we Shopped at sacks

Shot a nigga on south Penn but I had my ski

I shook his hand a year later he ain't know it was me

Bitch I'm paid to talk this way, ain't Shit for free

I was waking up bagging the dog just To mix wit sleep

I was in the D with my bey, but i don't Know Saddiq

Had to quarantine yo hoe head was too Weak

If you ain't contribute to this table you Don't get to speak

If you don't come thru wit that Chicken you don't get to eat

Let's make a toast back block we Cracking glass, yea

Thirty Three that mean cracking cash, Yea

High speed that mean I tapped the gas, Yea

Bandicoot I hope this bitch don't Crash, yea

Wet the opps then we go take a bath, Aye

Fronted Ten I was tryna make it last, Aye

Hated broke I was tryna break the cast, Yea

F17 like I don't know my math