17 Wit a 38 lyrics

[Intro: IDK]
This that dirty stinkin' nasty ratchet rowdy sh*t

[Chorus: IDK]
Young n*gga with a .38 (Young n*gga with a .38)
Young n*gga with a .38 (Young n*gga with a .38)
Seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
I was seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)

[Verse 1: IDK]
I was only seven when I had that .38 (8-8-8-8)
I was tryna prove something, show 'em that I didn't play (Play, play, play, play)
If a n*gga do me wrong, make him see the pearly gates (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Truth is, I ain't shoot sh*t, it was just for fake
Truth is, I ain't do sh*t but rob white folk
Lure they ass to a place I know
Take they money, take they phone, there it goes
Sell the sh*t at my school for the low
Stack the money, stack the money, buy shoes
Stack the money, stack the money, buy clothes
Taking penitentiary risks all for
Ed Hardy belts with the rhinestone
Hit the Georgetown (Swerve)
I got whores now (Swerve)
Polo wasn't Ralph (Word)
It's a horse now
Slow down, slow down's what my mama said (Mama said)
She couldn't get that sh*t through my head (Through my head)
You can't expect me to give respect (Respect)
When I would f*ck b*tches on mama bed
[Chorus: IDK & Chief Keef]
Young n*gga with a .38 (Young n*gga with a .38)
Young n*gga with a .38 (Young n*gga with a .38)
Seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
I was seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the— Sosa baby)

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I was seventeen with a .357 (Yeah)
Foot heavy, can't speed the limit (Yeah)
All black, Ghost Rider, I'm creeping in it (Skrrt)
Gotta be a real n*gga, don't be pretending (Huh)
If I'm in it then you know it got reefer in it (Dope)
You don't see it n*gga? I can re-present it (No, no, no)
Took a b*tch life, and I'll re-invent it (Let's get it)
Can't leave without peeing in it (b*tch)
Pants saggin' but this belt ain't cheap, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm)
Got a swiper on me, nothin' ain't free, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm)
Would've bought the sh*t but it ain't me, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm)
Yeah, you down, n*gga, but it ain't steep, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm)
In this Humvee, me and the pack (Mhm)
Throwing shells even if you can't catch it (Mhm)
We gon' test him even if he can't pass it (Bang, bang)
I know you seen it when we came past, ayy-ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Little woadie run the bus, bust the clit, make it puss (Huh?)
What's in me? It ain't trust, it ain't gang, it ain't fuss (Nah)
Surf the wave now it's brush, you ain't got a nice function
Know I'll run it up like she know Fredo in the cut (Yeah)
Enough gears for some years, leave a b*tch with a tear
Leave a b*tch for a year, leave a b*tch in a mirror
Send it, you got it, I don't see it as an error
May storm in the club, interfering with the weather
[Chorus: IDK]
Young n*gga with a .38 (Young n*gga with a .38)
Young n*gga with a .38 (Young n*gga with a .38)
Seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
I was seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)