17 Second Line Lyrics [Verse 1] Riding 'round town with my shirt off Yeah I'm off that dope, the bitch I'm with, she off that Smirnoff Still servin' Fentanyl, ten dogs, eager to rip your face off Youngins off that 8 ball, hope it don't throw they aim off Yeah they hatin' on me, but they broke though Talkin' 'bout poppin' off, got me waiting for a no show Posted on the block like a light pole, Young Promo Heard you got that fomo, give 'em what this hoe want Yeah, big tits on them big sticks, mane, you don't want the smoke Wetto never lackin', keep my pistol loaded, trained at you Slug in that chamber, fuck goin' how I'm goin' low Clutchin' on that calico, pocket stick all natural Fuck around and find out Ain't no need for plottin', if it's smoke, you gon' die now Walk over to Ruth's Chris, just shoot shit, then dine out Show you [?] Have your momma cryin' out
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Second Line Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Riding 'round town with my shirt off
Yeah I'm off that dope, the bitch I'm with, she off that Smirnoff
Still servin' Fentanyl, ten dogs, eager to rip your face off
Youngins off that 8 ball, hope it don't throw they aim off
Yeah they hatin' on me, but they broke though
Talkin' 'bout poppin' off, got me waiting for a no show
Posted on the block like a light pole, Young Promo
Heard you got that fomo, give 'em what this hoe want
Yeah, big tits on them big sticks, mane, you don't want the smoke
Wetto never lackin', keep my pistol loaded, trained at you
Slug in that chamber, fuck goin' how I'm goin' low
Clutchin' on that calico, pocket stick all natural
Fuck around and find out
Ain't no need for plottin', if it's smoke, you gon' die now
Walk over to Ruth's Chris, just shoot shit, then dine out
Show you [?]
Have your momma cryin' out
Second to last line, *show you what my kind bout"
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Too hard
This his coldest beat to me. But he always whips up some crack in the stu- shit be hittin
Bro, Scrim has been sober for three years