G17 by Ray Webster Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ray Webster]
Felony
Felony
Always coming with
The Felony

Rapping everything
But making money
True facts
Not lying

Bitch shut the fuck up
For the evening
Thank god
It's a blessing

Always got my bros
By my Back
Whip around
With the plastic bag
[Hook: Ray Webster]
Whooo
Boy
When i’m up in this bitch
She gonn get fucked up
She gonn turn up
Everything that gonn make
Her threw up

Whooo
Boy
When i'm in this bitch
She gonn get fucked up
She gonn turn up
Everything that gonn make
Her threw up

[Verse 2: Ray Webster]
Blonde, brown or dark
Doesn't matter
Because of who
You are

Right on the back
Of the police car
Handcuffed youth
Loosing their stars
Jackson street
Pull up bitch
With my MVP

Not sure about
How it is between you and me
Always on the south side
To get groovy

Bounce it
Bounce it
Shake your ass
To the beat
Yeah bounce it

Fucking up
The whole party
Then leave it

No matter
If i submitted

1, 2, 3, you and Me
Golden teeth
Diamond rings
In my dreams
Building up a team
To get more streams
Never got me down
By the beam, yeah

[Hook: Ray Webster]
Whooo
Boy
When i’m up in this bitch
She gonn' get fucked up
She gonn' turn up
Everything that gonn make
Her threw up

Whooo
Boy
When i'm in this bitch
She gonn' get fucked up
She gonn' turn up
Everything that gonn' make
Her threw up

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

[Verse 3: Ray Webster]
I got the Glock
Ready to shot
Getting some sparks
Go to the park
We'll have a talk
Nigga you smart
Bitch you apart
Don’t fucking come

Fuckin it once
Always fucked up
Getting it done
Who is the don?
Yeah i’m the one
So shut it down
Who turned it on?