text: G17 Lyrics
  Galore
  You know, you know
  Kalani, I hate you
  Uh, uh
  Viper
  Yo
  G17, of course Im protected 
  Gang slide through unexpected 
  Bro swung his blade and eject him 
  Luckily my man resurrected
  Stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh 
  Of course its erecting
  Bad boy from the Nizzy estate
  Buckin to opps, no way am I selectin 
  G17, of course Im protected 
  Gang slide through unexpected 
  Bro swung his blade and eject him 
  Luckily my man resurrected
  Stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh 
  Of course its erecting
  Bad boy from the Nizzy estate
  Buckin to opps, no way am I selectin 
  I made the heatwave, burn them and its kinda chingy 
  I want two-pack, no Biggie, but Im still makin this P like Diddy
  And she knows Im a bad boy, so this bad bitch wanna get jiggy
  Jiggy on deck, got back and chest, wont forget that her face is pretty 
  Wont forget that her face is pretty, cause the gyaldem off this Lizzy
  Ya zimme? Gotta get back to the trizzy
  Im gettin busy, they talk like Siri, still get chilly
  Best go low when I bang this glizzy 
  Pop that shit, they know Im fizzy
  Come correct, me step in nizzy 
  Bill up, I bill me a spliff and light that 
  Any pump man whip, I fly that
  We killy them, in-out the four-door hatchback 
  Dont have to tap that, man, I fly through, snap backs 
  Kung-fu chop that, brought the bruck back
  Man, they all of them junk flat 
  Big .44, no Russian Roulette, add six in the spinta
  Man stealth like Ninja 
  Cuttin up your hands like splinter 
  No bruck, no ding dong
  Press the gas fast and were gone like Sprinter 
  And were gone like, Zoom, sweep them up with this rusty bullet 
  Click-clack, mind your head up and nose 
  G17, of course Im protected 
  Gang slide through unexpected 
  Bro swung his blade and eject him 
  Luckily my man resurrected
  Stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh 
  Of course its erecting
  Bad boy from the Nizzy estate
  Buckin to opps, no way am I selectin 
  G17, of course Im protected 
  Gang slide through unexpected 
  Bro swung his blade and eject him 
  Luckily my man resurrected
  Stick on me, little stiff in my pants, uh 
  Of course its erecting
  Bad boy from the Nizzy estate
  Buckin to opps, no way am I selectin 
   Basic a hundred days and counting 
  Skip me a ten and took street like Downing
  Racks full of Yola, wrist full of diamonds 
  I shh on a moped, straight from the sirens 
  How many times did the corn get outed?
  Bro clutched up from far and hit him
  Dun already told em, Faith moves mountains 
  I was poor like Chowdhry
  Nowadays pound signs give me a hard on
  G31, Im on a moon like Alfie 
  Didnt wanna get chipped out by the stardom 
  That four and a half for the bando really had me feelin like Narcos 
  Me and Loose done lockdown
  Still thought bread was just on a road in Harlow
  Well the boss callin shots like Marlow
  M11 trips with brand new cargo
  Chop it, got it, flip that parcel 
  I trap for the bread, yeah, I know about hard dough 
  In the bando with socks out like Harlow
  I aint got numbers, not like barcode 
  Bent always used to flick seven 
  But now I do deals, score nine like Ronaldo, dark mode
  First time I slapped at man, put two hot ones in his back while he ran 
  And before that? I first lined my shank with a tie and blade, came three in a back
  Damn, still got spread like jam 
  Sleep it off, rise up, hold a medi
  Crick man down, pour Henny 
  G17, full click, mans steady
  Free smoke in a three litre Jeep, full petty Embed