17 Rap Playlist

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?

Why these brothers cappin' so hard?

Why you got a 12 car garage?

Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?

'Cause these brothers pussy and I'm hard

I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard

I grew up in the streets without no heart

I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon

Hermès link, ice-blue mink

Tat on my ribs like I do not know what permanent is

They want me gone, wait for the kicker

Bury me now and I only get bigger

That's word to my hittas

I know you want this for life

Taking bitches with all my ice

But I can't have no wife

I just want

I got, I got, I got, I got, i got

Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA

Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA

I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA

I got hustle though, ambition, flow

Now they always say, "congratulations"

Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation

They ain't never had the dedication

People hatin', say we changed and look, we made it

Yeah, we made it

I just want a Rollie, Rollie, Rollie with a dab of ranch

I already got some designer to hold up my pants

I just want some ice on my wrist so I look better when I dance

Have you lookin' at it, put you in a trance

Send me your location lets

Focus on communicating 'cause

I just need the time and place to come through

(A place to come through)

Cause you are unforgettable

I need to get you alone

(Ohh baby)

My mama told me: "Boy, make a decision!"

Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision

I need me a lil' baby who gon' listen

Girl, I don't wanna be the one you iggin'

I can hear my ex calling

Hold up why my ex calling

Why the fuck my ex calling

Don't know why my ex calling

Slippery, 'scuse me, please me

I'm up, oh, believe me, believe me

Get beat, 'cause I'm flexin' 'Rari's

You can bet on me, i need you to

Look at me, fuck on me (3x)

Look at me, fuck on me (2x)

Look at me

I don't really care if you cry

On the real you should've never lied

Should've see the way she looked me in my eyes

She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die"

Push me to the edge

All my friends are dead

Push me to the edge

All my friends are dead

Push me to the edge

All my friends are dead

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah

You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine

Worry about those comments

I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich

Throw that to the side, yeah

I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, when you're not around

When you throw that to the side, yeah yeah

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen five, same color T-shirt

Mama told me not to sell work

Seventeen, yeah