Kount Valley - 1617

Hmm, yeah (sixteen, seventeen)
Sixteen, seventeen
Sixteen, seventeen (Yeah)
Sixteen, seventeen
Sixteen, seventeen
Sixteen, seventeen, young nigga in the street
Young nigga with a dream
10th grade, sellin' weed
Flip packs, serve fiends
Skipped school, servin' beans
Get cash, any means
Niggas fake, envy me
Countin' pape' , countin' green
Smoke dope, Looseleaf
FaceTime with Lil Z
OT with JD, big Glock 19
I was 15 with a piece, been havin' that breesh
Been havin them racks, been havin all the stacks
Now I got these niggas mad, fuckin' bitches from the back
Hit her once take her back, i ain't tripping 'bout a nat
Only tripping 'bout my bag, TwoThree let it blast
New stick, ProMag
New coupe, goin' fast
Burnout on they ass, skrt off on they ass
Niggas broke, make me laugh
Niggas hoes, doin' bad
I was sixteen in the trap, seventeen with a strap
Dubbing KV ? Bitch you stupid
Never cared 'bout a bitch 'cuz they useless
Turn it up on a bitch, imma do it
Got the grip, ain't no cap, imma use it
Catch a kill 'bout my blood, I get ruthless
Upped the stick on that boy, left him clueless
Spin through your hood, I run through it
Don't get shot, swear to God bitch I'll do it
Yeah, ARP got a scope, .223 make him choke
Lil bro do the most, been one bitch I'm chose
Baggin' zips, scalin' Os
10-1, cookin' dope
On the block, speak in code
Seventeen with a pole
Chase racks, never hoes
Stay solid, never fold
If they don't know now they know
Yeah, if they don't know now they know
If they don't know now they know
If they don't know now they know

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Kount Valley

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