Seventeen lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Grrt

[Chorus: Bay Swag]
I buy this sh*t to drink, n*gga, I don't sell no lean (Sell no lean)
We lettin' 'em go for four, but we get it for seventeen (Seventeen)
I be so goddamn high, I forgot I left her on seen (Forgot)
I be so goddamn high, I mixed the purp' with the lean (No bap)
I don't just think for self, I put on the whole damn team (Woo)
Young bull knocked his f*ckin' head open playin' around with them keys (Brrt)
I don't even play around with this sh*t (What?)
Why the f*ck you think I'ma play around with your b*tch? (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Bay Swag]
Every time we touch down in your city, got like twosie sticks (Oh my God)
Everything been AP, I might f*ck around and punch a hole in your tips, sh*t (Let's go)
Remember when I touched a honey bun (What?)
If she suck di*k good, she gettin' her tummy tucked (Woo)
I keep some damn Tris up in my Fanta, not the funny one (Let's go)
Yetta, yetta, nothin' 'bout me tender, tender
I swear it get cold outside, keep Monclers for the winter, winter (Ayy, ayy, what?)
Don't make me call big bro outside 'cause he gon' get 'em, get 'em (Brrt)
Whack 'em, he gon' split 'em, split 'em (Brrt, brrt)
She keep on tellin' her friends we go together, only f*cked her once (What?)
Slizzy motion in my blunt, no, we don't smoke on Runtz (No bap)
Go to Starlet's, get some ones, I do that sh*t for fun (No bap)
They been knowin' I'm the one (No bap)
Hundred on my pant, how the f*ck I look without a gun?
Never understood how n*ggas is deadbeats, how the f*ck you look without your son?
[Chorus: Bay Swag & Meek Mill]
I buy this sh*t to drink, n*gga, I don't sell no lean (Sell no lean)
We lettin' 'em go for four, but we get it for seventeen (Seventeen)
I be so goddamn high, I forgot I left her on seen (Forgot)
I be so goddamn high, I mixed the purp' with the lean (No bap)
I don't just think for self, I put on the whole damn team (Woo)
Young bull knocked his f*ckin' head open playin' around with them keys (Brrt)
I don't even play around with this sh*t (What?)
Why the f*ck you think I'ma play around with your b*tch? (Ayy, ayy, why?)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Philly, off radar, Caddy with them ARs (Brrt)
So many dead bodies, they can't even find my daddy in the graveyard (Wow)
Wasn't tryna hear 'bout it, lil' young keep talkin', he let that Drac' go (Keep talkin')
I'm like, "Show me somethin,'" he ain't show me nothin', I turn to Ray Charles (I'm gone)
Matte black, off-road Lambo move like a race car (Vroom)
Maybach, Maybach, add it up, that's like an eight-ball (Yes)
Couple bombs, Audemars skeleton came with the face off (Ah)
f*ckin' long, tell the b*tch, love the b*tch, I ain't even stayin' long (Yeah)
Fifty pack in my pocket, middle of the threesome, f*ck, my pants on
With my gun too
n*ggas know if I get mad enough, I might come through (I might come through)
KFC, I bring that chicken out and my drum too
He think he one of one too
Million-dollar jewelry with an M in cash, I don't do no runnin' (Neva)
She had flew out with me on a jet, but now her Uber comin' (Ah)
She get off that Sexyy Red, this hood sh*t got her coochie runnin' (Let's go)
Like why every time n*ggas pop up dead nobody got nothin' to do with nothin'? Like wow (Wow)
[Chorus: Bay Swag, Meek Mill & Both]
I be so goddamn high, I forgot I left her on seen (Forgot)
I be so goddamn high, I mixed the purp' with the lean (No bap)
I don't just think for self, I put on the whole damn team (Woo, you gotta stand for somethin')
Young bull knocked his f*ckin' head open, playin' around with them keys (Brrt)
I don't even play around with this sh*t (What? Seventeen zips)
Why the f*ck you think I'ma play around with your b*tch? (Ayy, ayy, zips)
Every time we touch down in your city, got like twosie sticks (Oh my God)
Everything been AP, I might f*ck around and punch a hole in your tips, sh*t (Let's go)