Finessin'
Yuh
Skrrt
Ey, Ey, Ey
Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
Ooh- fuck with me and you'll get hurt
Don't come too close I keep my guard up
That's a promise not a joke (Yuh)
Ooh- this ain't a song to all my hoes
Just a Melody repeating in my head
I'm spitting with my bros (Oh my god)
Ooh- don't fall for me I'm a slow acting
Poison you'll be heart broken all in vain
Sorry babe
I say I'll change I know I wont
Fucking liar
Tell myself it's ok
I'm just tired
And I can't keep myself straight (Self straight)
What you know about this tricky game? (Tricky game)
I'm just living every day to day (Day to day)
Break my promise you know what they say
(What they say what they say what they say)
(What they say what they say what they say)
What they say
(What they say what they say what they say)
What they say
(What they say what they say)
Mama you ain't gotta pretend
You know we be more than just friends
D-Boi gotta jug n finesse
I got rich and cut off my ex
Ride around the city in my Benz (In my Benz)
Told her bring a friend to the Westin (To the Westin)
Always keep it tucked Smith and Wesson (Smith and Wesson)
All up in ya head, Robitussin (Robitussin)
All up in my head, Robitussin
She got her bills paid (Paid)
Cruisin 'round LA (Ey)
High speed on a chase
Whip twin Mazis we gon race (Skrr)
We gon' pull up to ya place right on a Tuesday (Ey)
The bottles goin up pour liquor on my face (Face)
These models sippin bub yea they here they tryna stay (Tryna stay)
The club be going up VIP that's where we lay (Lay)
Ya bitch she tryna fuck packed a rubber just in case (Case)
My diamonds untucked drippin all up in a wave (Wave)
Pull up Lambo truck we gon' skrrt off issa race (Skrrt)
Mama you ain't gotta pretend
You know we be more than just friends
D-Boi gotta jug n finesse
I got rich and cut off my ex
Ride around the city in my Benz (In my Benz)
Told her bring a friend to the Westin (To the Westin)
Gotta keep it tucked Smith and Wesson (Smith and Wesson)
All up in ya head, Robitussin (Robitussin)
Mama you ain't gotta pretend
You know we be more than just friends
D-Boi gotta jug n finesse
I got rich and cut off my ex
Ride around the city in my Benz yea (In my Benz)
Told her bring a friend to the Westin (To the Westin)
Gotta keep it tucked Smith and Wesson (Smith and Wesson)
All up in ya head, Robitussin (Robitussin)
Skrrt
Ey, Ey, Ey
Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
Ooh- fuck with me and you'll get hurt
Don't come too close I keep my guard up
That's a promise not a joke (Yuh)
Ooh- this ain't a song to all my hoes
Just a Melody repeating in my head
I'm spitting with my bros (Oh my god)
Ooh- don't fall for me I'm a slow acting
Poison you'll be heart broken all in vain
Sorry babe
I say I'll change I know I wont
Fucking liar
Tell myself it's ok
I'm just tired
And I can't keep myself straight (Self straight)
What you know about this tricky game? (Tricky game)
I'm just living every day to day (Day to day)
Break my promise you know what they say
(What they say what they say what they say)
(What they say what they say what they say)
What they say
(What they say what they say what they say)
What they say
(What they say what they say)
Mama you ain't gotta pretend
You know we be more than just friends
D-Boi gotta jug n finesse
I got rich and cut off my ex
Ride around the city in my Benz (In my Benz)
Told her bring a friend to the Westin (To the Westin)
Always keep it tucked Smith and Wesson (Smith and Wesson)
All up in ya head, Robitussin (Robitussin)
All up in my head, Robitussin
She got her bills paid (Paid)
Cruisin 'round LA (Ey)
High speed on a chase
Whip twin Mazis we gon race (Skrr)
We gon' pull up to ya place right on a Tuesday (Ey)
The bottles goin up pour liquor on my face (Face)
These models sippin bub yea they here they tryna stay (Tryna stay)
The club be going up VIP that's where we lay (Lay)
Ya bitch she tryna fuck packed a rubber just in case (Case)
My diamonds untucked drippin all up in a wave (Wave)
Pull up Lambo truck we gon' skrrt off issa race (Skrrt)
Mama you ain't gotta pretend
You know we be more than just friends
D-Boi gotta jug n finesse
I got rich and cut off my ex
Ride around the city in my Benz (In my Benz)
Told her bring a friend to the Westin (To the Westin)
Gotta keep it tucked Smith and Wesson (Smith and Wesson)
All up in ya head, Robitussin (Robitussin)
Mama you ain't gotta pretend
You know we be more than just friends
D-Boi gotta jug n finesse
I got rich and cut off my ex
Ride around the city in my Benz yea (In my Benz)
Told her bring a friend to the Westin (To the Westin)
Gotta keep it tucked Smith and Wesson (Smith and Wesson)
All up in ya head, Robitussin (Robitussin)
Credits
Writer(s): Si Hoon Kim, D Boi
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