Seventeen (part. Yung Sarria)

Yeah (keo)
Bando Boyz in this bitch, gang
Keo (grr, BB)
Kidd Keo, yeah (Re-Re-Retromoney-Retromoney, BB, look)
Look

Never said what I saw when the cops asked me (shh)
On my way home, worked the party, counted my cash before I hit the sheets (grr)
I look strange, everything I own is expensive, I want more bills to be happy (ah-ah)
I got a homie in the trap holding a stick, what can I do? Life's like that

I come from the trap, sold crack, sipped lean (gang)
Moved packs, Gorilla and dope from Medellín (fium)
I got ten hundred grand on my back, I look clean (uh-huh)
And I had too much cash for my age at seventeen (grr), yeah

Sarria told me, "The dude cuts with tetralactose" (whip, whip)
You all are from YouTube, no matter how you act, you look like butterflies (pussy), ey
Seeing ugly, being ugly, that's a whole different thing (uh-huh)
With a black dude and money on the ground, and look at me here: I look all beautiful
I come from the struggle (yeah), cutting kush in a barn, packing to pass the time (ah)
How much? Talk to me in stacks (buah), I’m banging the cop's daughter
Before I was famous, I was already a businessman (pi, pi)
Routine of making 100 a day
Joint after joint (yeah), selling gram by gram
Then I count it and I rap

Never said what I saw when the cops asked me (huh?)
On my way home, worked the party, counted my cash before I hit the sheets (grr)
I look strange, everything I own is expensive, I want more bills to be happy (uh-huh)
I got a homie in the trap holding a stick, what can I do? Life's like that (bando)

I come from the trap, sold crack, sipped lean (I sell it)
Moved packs, Gorilla and dope from Medellín (the kid sells it)
I got ten hundred grand on my back, I look clean (ah-oo)
And I had too much cash for my age at seventeen (gang, gang), yeah
I come from the trap, sold crack, sipped lean (I sell it)
Moved packs, Gorilla and dope from Medellín (the kid sells it)
I got ten hundred grand on my back, I look clean (ah-oo)
And I had too much cash for my age at seventeen (yeah)

No one's gonna die for you, everyone’s trying to save themselves
Here, the distracted don’t last, I’m trapping and they’re gonna slip
The first time we really did it, I started to throw up
But thank goodness we did it again, 'cause I started to like it
And now, baby, another trial, what’s gonna happen to me? (Bum-bum-bum-bum)
If they mess with me, I’ll come at them with a banana clip (huh, huh)
All strapped, all covered, no music video (ah-yeah)
These guys think they’re 50 Cent, but they’re not street (huh, huh)

Never said what I saw when the cops asked me (huh?)
On my way home, worked the party, counted my cash before I hit the sheets (grr)
I look strange, everything I own is expensive, I want more bills to be happy (uh-huh)
I got a homie in the trap holding a stick, what can I do? Life's like that (bando)

I come from the trap, sold crack, sipped lean (I sell it)
Moved packs, Gorilla and dope from Medellín (the kid sells it)
I got ten hundred grand on my back, I look clean (ah-oo)
And I had too much cash for my age at seventeen (gang, gang), yeah
I come from the trap, sold crack, sipped lean (I sell it)
Moved packs, Gorilla and dope from Medellín (the kid sells)
I got ten hundred grand on my back, I look clean (ah-oo)
And I had too much cash for my age at seventeen (fium, fium, fium)