YungSeventeen – Seventeen Minute Freestyle
Genre Pop

LYRIC
Seventeen Minute Freestyle

INTRO

17 o'clock on dot
Somewhere in the universe

[yeeeeee
Can you handle the fame?
Can you handle the greatest party setlist
To ever exist?
[YAYYYY!!!]

Greetings Earthly beings!
You have reached
The most entertaining
Radio station in the galaxy!

I go by the name of $eventeen
And you just tuned in to 1717.17 FM

Journey through the infinity
Is about to start just
Any moment now!!

Please buckle up, as for
Some turbulance might
Shake your little asses off!

VERSE

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I just put a plan up
I’m doing it my way
I just motherfucking came
Don’t you think Imma fuckin’ stay?

‘You doin’ too much!’
I mean seriously
Had to solve some problems
Now I’m back
Didn’t know what penny was
Now I’m getting stacks

Oh, oh
I fucked the whole world up
Yeah and I can never stop
All I’m made to do is party
And get some top
They hatin’ when I’m chillin’
They hatin’ when I’m livin’
They hatin’ my ways
And they hate when I get paid

I’m just bound to go up
Go up, go up
Go up, go up
Go up, go up
‘Cause my money big
It grown up, grown up
Grown up, grown up
Grown up, grown up

Remember I didn’t have shit
I didn’t have i Phone
Now when I pull up to party
I take out my money and
They say I’ve grown

I really done stacked up
My money to roof
Thank God I didn’t die that day
I was a goof
Now I party every day

Radio Station Transition #1

That was a good one
[Heeeeee!]

That was a good one
People we’re moving on
We’re moving on qui-
Qui-, qui-, qui-, qui-

I just got called in
They said we’re entering
Some black hole areas
Please people
Buckle up
Shit might get really fuckin’ shaky rn
Shit might get really
[Fucking shaky]

[Heeee]

Can you hear me?
[Can you hear me?
Hello? People?
[People?]

Verse

Countin’ blu’ hunnids
I’m countin’ blu’ hunnids
I’m countin’ blu’ hunnids
I’m countin’ blu’ hunnids

Yeah, yeah
I like a bitch, like a skunk
Like a punk, like a light
I just see straps, all I see is drugs
All I see is red, all I see is blood
All I see is my dope, all I see is my racks

Yeah, yeah
Get that guap, get that guap
Get that guap, get that guap
Get that guap, get that guap
[Yeah, yeah, yeah]

Lil guap, lil guap
Get some guap, I get some guap

Ayy, get some guap
I get some guap

Windy in a drop top
How would you know? You never seen one
With fake ass shit I’m done
I didn’t know how to hold a gun

I didn’t even know
What’s a pretty as bun
You trynna rap and I’m just having fun

Yeah, yeah
Fuck up a trap
Rob with a mask
A lot on my desk
A lot of money

Fuck up a trap, fuck up a trap
I fuck up a trap, I fuck up a trap
Fuck up a trap, fuck up a trap
Fuck up a trap, fuck up a trap

Came a long, long way
Slangin’ on dope
Came a long way since havin’ no hope

Trap Houdini
I was leanin’
I was off the pills and coke

You fuckboys silly
Talkin’ bout Willy
You say something
And I say no

No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No

Run it up esse la di
And your bitch swallow my D
My racks was skinny as fuck
You should’ve seen ‘em

Now my diamond grillies, yeah
They gleamin’
Now when I go around
Then they steamin’
My money alive
My money bleedin’

Really done fucked up a trap
I really done fuck up a trap
I really done fuck up a trap

[Fuck it, Imma switch it up]

Yeah, oh, oh, fuck
Got a new Glock, it came with extendo
Your hoe look familiar from bando
I think that I paid her for sex
I don’t remember
I’m getting so geeked up-

[He, he, he
He, hey
I think that I saw your swag on Ebay
Now I only follow money way
Way too turnt, way too turnt
Way too turnt, way too turnt
Way too turnt, way too turnt
Way too turnt, way too turnt

Way too burnt, way too burnt
Way too burnt, way too burnt
Way too burnt, way too burnt
Way too burnt, way too burnt

Fuck the old school, I’m not a granny
I wanna have me Grammy
Yo’ hoe call me daddy
Now I’m in Lambo, I was in Caddy
I just had to work, work, work
I just had to work, work, work
Now I’m just working
On stacking my hunnids
Physical work, bitch I’m worth it
A million in

Yeeeah
Work, no talk about emotionz

Yeah, what I mean is I pop bottles to avoid ‘em
I’m red flag, but it’s just to annoy them
I was addicted to destroyin’
I was a certified narco boy
Play with your hoe like she a toy, yah
New Blue in a Crystal Neighborhood like Troye

I was just getting so fucked up
We was just getting so fucked up
Yeah
I just dick my little panty pants
I’m doing my trendy dance


Doin’ business for my fratass
Jump on my dick with a fat ass
She finna dance on me like she a badass
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout none of y’all
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nobody
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout none of y’all

Radio Station Transition #2

[Cough
[This that, now I’m seeing sum, creatures]

Okay, people
That was the BEST OF
Moving on to the next best of

Daaamn!
1717.17 FM @ 17 PM

Verse

[Ooooh!
[Ooohhh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
Nah, nah, noi, noi
Oi noi, nah, nah
Oi, noi, nah, nah [Oi-noi-na-na]

Yeah
I just fucked the trap up
On my own terms
I just barely escaped the trenches
Now I’m putting in work
I’m living for haters, I just stay woke
But I’m putting in work
Yeah, I’m puttin’ in work
Yeah, I’m puttin’ in work
Yeah
Now they know what I’m on about
Yeah, now I’m filling pockets
I was filling my snout
Ay, now I’m a hot topic
You still chasin’ clout
Yeah, now I’m smoking Girl Scout Cookies
I was smoking drought

Yeah, yeah
Fuck you and fuck off
Call Saul, he know my cough
Drop got the top off
I didn’t wanna get caught
That’s why I had to stop
Always thought I had it cuffed
Had to stop poppin’ the dirty stuffs

I was messed up
Yeah, I wanted all the Benjamins
I wantes all the Benjamis
I wanted all the Benjamis
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wanted to stack dead presidents
Stack dead presidents
Stack dead presidents

They just only waking up now
I been awake for years
I been awake for too long [Ay, ay
Ay, ay, Seventeen just got a new bussdown
Only fucked her once
She already looking at wedding gowns
I just entered the VIP section
I was hangin’ with hellhounds

Know what we on about
Really no flex zone
She be callin’ me up all day
But that’s my second phone
I really be blowin’ up
But this not Redbone
I really worked so much
Came from nothing
I got an i Phone
Yeah
She wasn’t trynna let me fuck
‘Cause I was an Android boi
Luckily, I always knew
I was the freshest
Oh, she’s a girl toy
I don’t give a fuck about her feelings
She just trippin’

Yeah, pockets got obese
I’m bout to fly to Greece
By myself, all alone
She want a condo and kids
I gave your shit a listen, it’s mid
You’re one of the things I had to get rid off

Yeeeeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Eh
I just styled it up
‘Cause I needed to fill my plate
Yeah, when she play my music
She like: ‘Damn, this is great’
No more broke hoes
Only bad bitches and bros
They trynna be like me
They ain’t even close

I need to fuck her, I need her like dose
I really need to fuck bitch
Get on all fours
I really need to get filthy rich
Like in Forbes
I started puttin’ in work
I got it from mommy and Addy
I’m boutta hustle so hard
Until I’m the richest motherfucker
On this planet
You talking cap after cap
All I wanna know is
Boy where your bag at?

Yeah, I just fucked up a 40
Don’t think I’ll ever give up on the streets
I’m a ghetto baby, you take a seat
Fingers blue from the hunnids, believe this

This my dream
This my dream, I’m living my dream
[I’m living my dream
I love this paper more than I
Ever loved any of you
I love the paper that’s not to do
I love paper that don’t got nothing to do with school
I wipe my ass with that filthy ass paper
I wash my face with them stanky ass hunnids
I gotta do it for Polo, I made a promise

Transition

Ooh, hoo, woah!
Watch out!
[Cough, cough]

[We on sum serious ishh
You know what the FUCK we talkin’ about
Homeboys and homegirls
We goin’ on with the radio
Next shit gonna be a little bit
More
Deep exploration of that darkness
[Darkness
Little-

Verse

Yeah
[Some Edward Cullen shit
[Some vampire shit
Oh

Yeah, yeah, yeaaaah
Yeaeeeh, yeaaaah
Aaah, ahhhh
Yahhh, yuhhh, yayaa
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

This is my party now
This is my party now
This is my party now

This is my party now
This is my party now

I thought I heard you fucking giving an advice
I thought I fucking heard you giving advice
Yeah
I don’t need that
I don’t need that shit
I don’t need that shit, I dont need that shit
I don’t need that shit, I don’t need that shit

[Yeeeeeeeah]

[WoAaaah]

[Yeeeee-e-e-eeee-yeahhh]

Bitch suck my dick
Then turn around, sit
[Ha-ha-ha
This is how we party
This is how we party, yeah
This is how we party
I’m the life of the party myself

[Dark ambient lost vocalisation]

Radio Station Transition #3

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, people, oh
Yooo, yo we back!
Yo we back!
I dont know where our
Radio station went for a second

That was hard as shit tho!
Anyways people
Let’s get going
Right back in
I think this is gonna be the last
Song for now
I think that this is gonna be
The last one today
What are y’all saying?

Y’all want more?

We are tuning right in
This gonna be the last song of the day bruh
This gonna be the last somg
I hope y’all enjoyed this station
And the host, ya feel me?
Okay, let’s get right into it

Verse

[Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, oh [Let’s fuck it up
Seventeen c’mon, ayy, yuhh
Let’s just-

I just made it out of mud
Made it out of mud
I made it out of mud
I made it out of mud
I made it out of mud
I made it out of mud
I made it out of mud
I made it out of mud

Listen hoe, I’m done with your broke ass
Smokin’ on a bud, smokin’ on a bud
Smokin’ hella blunts
I just blew up, I provoked the mass
Imma never get tired of smoking gas
Smoking gas, smoking gas, smoking gas
We, we on sum other shit, know of we

I just got me a bhaddie
I’m trynna live lavish, trynna live lavish
Before I had a deathwish
Before I had a deathwish
Now I’m fucking on a bad bish
I ain’t come to play at all
‘Cause money is my language
Even if it’s sunny, I make it rain, bitch
I make it rain, bitch
I make it rain, bitch [Yeah, yuh
Countin’ on my dollars on a bad bitch

Make it rain, bitch
Make it rain, bitch
Make it rain, bitch
Yeah, I make it rain, bitch

Make it rain, bitch
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy
Ugh, I make it rain, bitch

I just wanna be happy, I just wanna be happy
I just wanna be happy
[Ugh] I just wanna be happy

[Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah, gettin’ this money
Gettin’ this money, gettin’ them racks
Gettin’ them money
Gettin’ them racks

Seventeen shit, Seventeen shit
Seventeen shit
This that Seventeen shit
Seventeen shit
Choose your seats, bitch
Seventeen shit
Still Seventeen shit
Oh, yeah, yeah

[Seventeen shit, yungseventeen shit
[Up in this bih seventeen shit]

Outro

Oh, fellow Earthlians
That was it for today
[Yayyy]

This was truly a once in gazillion years
Experience
And I’m happy and thankful
For every single individual
That followed us through!

It’s been a wild ride
Thanks for staying tuned!

Special shoutout to the
Whole yungseventeen crew
And special shoutout to YungPolo
As always

My name is YungSeventeen
And this whole experience
Was broadcasted by the mane himself

Shoutout buddies
And peace out!
Until the next time…

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