Trippie Redd, FBG Goat - 17 Dayz 17 Nightz lyrics

Cross my heart hope I die
(David, wake up)

Please pardon me for the prominent
Scars I left on your heart
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I
Left on your heart
I jumped off the curb covered in dirt
Sippin' codeine with a couple shooters
That is all
I damn near went insane when I lost my bro'
She tryna hide my pain behind these drugs
Pop me a Adderall, treat 'em like Tylenol
These Xans ain't shit to me
Double my cup, and hop in that Rolls-Royce
You niggas like 0 and 3

Pain but it don't break no real nigga
My promoter told me she wanna rolex
Before she leave this earth
I'm havin' conversations with a person that
I can't even see no more (Rest in peace)
I'm puttin' these hoes in rotation 'cause
I can't find love no more
Comin' up, only had channel
Three, five, ten, and twenty-four
(On God) wanted a new floor model TV
And eatin' cheese toast
Young nigga tryna maintain focus
I was takin' trips in that Ford Foucs
Most of these hoes gangrene
A lotta these bitches they bogus
Elliante diamonds on my throat
Fuck around and hit the blogs with you ho
Feelin' like Jeepers Creepers
I heard it was cheaper to keep her
Coco Chanel bags
She got baby hairs with the diamond ring on
Spent 17 days and 17
Nights with the Puerto-Rican

Please pardon me for the prominent scars
I left on your heart
Please pardon me for the prominent scars
I left on your heart
I jumped off the curb covered in dirt
Sippin' codeine with a couple shooters
That is all
I damn near went insane when I lost my bro'
She tryna hide my pain behind these drugs
Pop me a Adderall, treat 'em like Tylenol
These Xans ain't shit to me
Double my cup, and hop in that Rolls-Royce
You niggas like 0 and 3

Cut that bitch off
That lil' bitch wasn't shit to me
When you a boss
Don't give fuck 'bout victories (yeah)
Diamonds they cold, got water like Mr clean
She wanna bounce on the dick like trampoline
(yeah) off this perky, sippin' on Wock'
This dirty (yeah)
Talkin' down, you get 30s
Bitch, I got red beams, yeah
Choppa go dumb dumb, test me
Bitch, I got sauce like Zesty
Tote Call of Duty guns, might prestige
Got water on my wrist, no chlorine (Bah)
Half 50-ounce full, still pouring'
Make it rain outside, it's pouring
I still feel pain, I'm scarred