Yung Finessa

Yea they call me yung finnessa
Now watch me run this check up
Them boys couldn't win if I let em
Get em wetted up like ketchup

If I ain't got it yet then Ima go and fuckin get it
Y'all act like you scared of her but I just got her digits
She rock a leather jacket and adidas she a freak
These bitches acting silly but they gettin right for me
Remember money over hoes
Cuz them hoes won't keep you clothed
I'm just doing what I know
And getting deeper with my strokes
See I been trappin all night, my hands smell like dope
These bitches get a contact high when they get choked
I put my life on the line dealing lines and dimes
She wanna fuck me for some blow told that hoe to get in line
Yea she a bad bitch but that bitch ain't really boujee
Seen her flexin Michael Kors suckin dick all in the movies
From an 8th to a key from a peasant to a king
Yea I got bigger dreams tho I'm onto bigger things
She text you that she busy getting busy up with me

Yea they call me yung finnessa
Now watch me run this check up
Them boys couldn't win if I let em
Get em wetted up like ketchup

Take this bottle to the neck
Then this model gave me neck
Ay yo, what model is your tech?
I'm throwin stones at the rest
Getting stoned inside the bucket
All my haters can come suck it
Your girl been coming on me
So I had to say just fuck it
Yea we might live real different but we still might die alike
And when the real trappas die then the fake ones multiply
All these rats around me they just begging for my crumbs
Bruh get off your lazy ass and go get your own dub
I'm scaling dope in the backroom
While this hoe is cleaning my bathroom
Got street sweepers ain't no brooms
Get laid out in your own tomb

Yea they call me yung finnessa
Now watch me run this check up
Them boys couldn't win if I let em
Get em wetted like ketchup



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Writer(s): Alec Stephens
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