17.5 same color of da t shirt witta bad bitch she aint got no t shirt she counting all my money inghe mirror she know shepretty i take the 4-44 out to New York City and when i gethome i touch down in Gem City they know Baby Jesus im that nigga in the city im from Bushwick just like my nigga 50 we keep money in foreign cars and stay fitted them 24's look hard told me they wouldnt fit it yo bitch looking hard, showin me her titties im all up in her yard im the man in your city sorry we never met i was trappin in the city i got porta john paper her man to shitty a ounce of dat dare go for bout a buck 50 well thats the price on it no small shit wit me im at the top of the bleachers like nose bleed wit me they fumble into the game cant even rock wit me 50 pounds on my chain i keep the rock wit me And yeahim out in Houston, bad bitches like Whitney use to meet Pablo stadium of the astros tried to hit us with embezzlement from a ferrari nope do you know Pablo nope we dont sell no dope statute of limitations done ran out yeah u know