17 Wit a 38

Lyrics

[Intro: IDK] This that dirty stinkin' nasty ratchet rowdy shit [Chorus: IDK] Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38) Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga 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 seventeen 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 nigga do me wrong, make him see the pearly gates (Bang, bang, bang, bang) Truth is, I ain't shoot shit, it was just for fake Truth is, I ain't do shit but rob white folk Lure they ass to a place I know Take they money, take they phone, there it goes Sell the shit 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 shit through my head (Through my head) You can't expect me to give respect (Respect) When I would fuck bitches on mama bed [Chorus: IDK & Chief Keef] Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38) Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga 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 nigga, don't be pretending (Huh) If I'm in it then you know it got reefer in it (Dope) You don't see it nigga? I can re-present it (No, no, no) Took a bitch life, and I'll re-invent it (Let's get it) Can't leave without peeing in it (Bitch) 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 shit but it ain't me, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm) Yeah, you down, nigga, 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 bitch with a tear Leave a bitch for a year, leave a bitch 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 nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38) Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38) Seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38) I was seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)