A.S. ØNE - 17 Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye, aye-aye
10.28, 10.28, 10.28
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
F*ck niggas in my confines
Pussy niggas wasting all my damn time
Motherf*ckas hesitate but I'm on damn grind, aye
Ain't no f*cking with this damn grind
Man this shit is from the '80s but it's damn grime (Aye, aye)
I might head on to the K and hit Elizabeth so I just demand mines
Aye, aye, I'mma get mines
You ain't finna hear my mouth when it's on crunch time
Better head back to your house when it's on lunchtime
Cannibalism on whoever the f*ck's fine
Hannibal nigga this shit ain't never luck my
Skills is untouched so don't get at me
Get the big bucks like f*cking athletes
Intelligence is tucked like strap B
In the room stay a big body like Bradley
(Ten-ten twenty-eight)
10.28
(Big spook)
10.28 bitch
(This some big spooky shit you feel me?)
Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye, aye-
I gotta stop doing that bro, lowkey
I'm doing it too much
I ain't never took the easy way out aye
I ain't never brought no C's in my house aye
Doubting motherf*ckers see your way out aye
Catch you later busy cleaning right now hey
Man you niggas wait and I can't relate
Seventeen, seventeen, I'm a protege
And my shit stay clean I exfoliate
I could wear fake pods and a rollie, aye
Yeah I got fake airpods motherf*cka
F*ck you mean bro?
I ain't paying f*cking, what it's like $160 or something
All for some f*cking, pair of Bluetooth earbuds
Chinese shit you feel me