Finesse

I act a fool with the flex
I'm at the school of finesse
Graduate top of the class
Ay Ay
Come in and run up a check
A hundred A hundred on this
A hundred A hundred on that
Ayyyyyyyyy
I got a play on the line
Tell these labels i aint gonna sign
All these haters i pay em no mind
Ahhhhhhhh
Im coming through with the flex
Coupe it say two on the dash
I gotta do it the best

I gotta run me some bands up
I done took fuck it up made it an anthem
Ima keep Sonnin' you niggas im sanford
I put that trey on your head i wouldn't chance it
I take your bae and i made her my dancer
You call her phone she with me she dont answer
She gave me face while im driving on camera
She swallow babies on babies no pamper Run It Up
Nahhhhhhhh
Really im feeling myself
Got a whole lot of drip on the shelf
Bring it out and give niggas some hell
Yahhhhhhh
Bitch im the trillest alive
It's a problem no ducking we slide
Couple shots of the cup and im fine

I act a fool with the flex
I'm at the school of finesse
Graduate top of the class
Ay Ay
Come in and run up a check
A hundred A hundred on this
A hundred A hundred on that
Ayyyyyyyyy
I got a play on the line
Tell these labels i aint gonna sign
All these haters i pay em no mind
Ahhhhhhhh
I'm coming through with the flex
Coupe it say two on the dash
I gotta do it the best



Credits
Writer(s): John Medlock
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