Mr. 17.5

[Verse 1] New shoes on the Range Ro', I'm good wit mine (vrrooomm) Motherfuckers acting like I ain't supposed to shine I ain't the 1, definitely not the 2 (nope) 1 in the chamber when we aiming at you (Blaou) The young Bob Barker, the price is right If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight Put the fish scale on the scale The boy went postal, all he do is check mail (HA HA) Low key, under the radar Triple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth No currency machine, I could count it myself Almost done, another quarter million in ones Thunderstorm in the Body Tap, look what I've done Chump change, I make it rain for fun (whassup) [Chorus] Snowman, get cha' hands up high It's ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snowman, get cha' hands up high It's ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots [Verse 2] I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how) I reminisce like Mary J Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay 100 percent certain, Snowman was workin' You can blame my plug and my clientele (why) I'm addicted to that new car smell White cookies in a plastic bag New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag Whole life flash right before your eyes See the state troopers and get butterflies Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches Mini 14s and rolex watches Somewhere in the back of my sick and deranged brain I get a rush when I talk that 'cane Get money, nigga fuck them haters All we fear is the discovery and indictment papers (whassup) [Chorus] Snowman, get cha' hands up high It's ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snowman, get cha' hands up high It's ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots [Verse 3] I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two 200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team Right to your front door, operation so sweet I like little dude who keeps his money so neat But I still bury a nigga Put the mask on, Jim Carrey a nigga (Blaou) Suede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin awkward Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats You could live your whole life and not come close Guess thats why these rap niggas take notes Recite my adlibs, borrow my quotes Make me IHOP a nigga, serve them with the toast Next, they be dressing like me But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (whassup) [Chorus] Snowman, get cha' hands up high It's ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snowman, get cha' hands up high It's ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots