2017 Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Woo, aye
I just had a great day
I saw my n*gga, Asspizza
On Fairfax-ay, in Los Angeles, n*gga
And my n*gga Tyl-ay in this b*tch
And my n*gga Nav-ay in this b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch

[Verse 1]
b*tch, young Sheck Wes, I'm that
Your b*tch gon' ride that
And when I hop up out that
'Parazzi goin' snap snap
b*tch, I don't want your Snapchat
Talk about me in your groupchat
But, b*tch, you shouldn't do that
Sheck Wes, your crew gon' do that
Got fifty-50's in the shoebox with the chopper
Put a new Glock in my brand new bomber
Your b*tch eatin' n*ggas, I might call her Jeffery Dahmer
Sheck Wes might buy my young
Sheck Wes might bomb again, yeah, uh, ah
I beat on ya' block, I'ma say it right now
Sheck Wes got his hands on a chopper
RIP to your thot, man, your main hoe washed
Sheck Wes, man, you should drop her
Bad hoes all on our roster
Young n*gga munchin' on lobster
Guns goin' wild, n*gga, don't stop-uh
Suki on waves don't stop, uh
Yo-young n*gga hoe like
Don't flex, my young n*ggas rob ya
Ass fat, bad b*tch, I'ma throb her
I'ma run it up, n*gga, like a jogger
I don't internet beef, I ain't a blogger
Don't beef over chicken like KFC or Popeyes
Send your lil' ass to a doctor
Beef over bread like birds in the shed, fly, uh
A young n*gga up to Allah
[Break]
Uh, uh, b*tch
b*tch

[Verse 2]
Kristiana Yamaguchi, I'm so icy, what the f*ck
I been all up in that coochie, b*tch, you fiendin' just to love
I said shorty got that wet wet, it's a five minute, I nut
So I'm wearin' condom, condoms, we gon' f*ck like forever
I'm like Sheck Wes, Sheck Wes, Sheck Wes, say my name in every drop
If you love yourself like Sheck Wes, then you wouldn't be a thot
I don't like to rock designer, I don't even like to shop
'Cause I only want that hood sh*t, I'm a n*gga from the block
You could catch me up in Harlem, from what's that? to 45th
If you ask around for Sheck Wes, they like, "Damn, we love that kid"
I am the hood's favorite, man, they love me where I live
Ain't gon' call myself a king, but Sheck Wes damn sure is a prince
I swear I don't give a f*ck if a n*gga f*ck my b*tch, yeah
He can keep that ho, she still gon' be up on my di*k
Yeah, some of these b*tches burgers, man, it is what it is
Yeah, but I will get her murdered, then I punch her in her chips
Sheck Wes, I'm from 15, where we clutchin', grip that 16
Where we playin' basketball because we young n*ggas with hoop dreams
Even though n*ggas was hoopin', you ain't even ignore shooting
'Cause these opps don't give a f*ck if you trappin' or you hoopin'
I said these hoes tryna do me, and her mama tryna do me too
Call me Young Earring 'cause all these b*tches tryna screw
I ain't from New Jersey, b*tch, Sheck Wes from the 212
I be in New Jersey, b*tch, with J Money and the Chatham crew
Sheck Wes, what it do? They like, Sheck Wes, what it do, n*gga?
Sheck Wes, what it do? They like, Sheck Wes, what it do, n*gga?
Who the f*ck are you? b*tch, I'm Sheck Wes from the streets, n*gga
If a n*gga see me, I ain't really call it beef, n*gga
I only beef over all that f*ckin' green, n*gga
I ain't really beefin' on no b*tches or no lil' n*ggas
Sheck Wes, I got a Glock, that b*tch gon' pop
I keep it in my papi's shop
[Break]
f*ck, but this, bro
What, what, what, what, what

[Verse 3]
b*tch, I got juice, dog on the loose
Said I f*cked your baby mama
Then I gave that b*tch a deuce
Said I knocked the pus*y loose
Said I gave that b*tch a deuce
Said she liked a n*gga juice
So she hit me on the Boost
I'm a dog on the loose
I'm a dog on the loose
I'ma eat your baby mama
I'm a dog on the loose
Man, I swear I f*ckin' shoot
Man, I swear I don't f*ckin' lose
I swear all I do is win
n*gga, I'll kill for my kin
n*gga, I'll kill for Austin
n*gga, that's my n*gga, that's him
n*gga, I will spill my blood for a n*gga like him
n*gga, eatin' b*tches, then, then
n*gga, time to eat din-din
n*gga, 2017 I'ma win
n*gga, 2017 we gon' win
n*gga