Fineto

Alright
Yeah
Go
Ye, yeah
Okay
Yeah
(Bang, bang)
Wow
Yeah
Okay
Yea (Bang, bang, bang)
Let's get it
Told Greg I'm done playing with these ns (Wow)
(Chop, chop, choppas and Glocks)
Yeahhhhh (Gang, gang, gang)
Let's get it
Alright
Alright
Yeahhh
(Whoooo)
Turn me up
I'm ready
Y'all ready?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah!

No I'm not a killa but Kutt might come get you
If my n hit you, ya done
He toting that shotty
I'm totting your shorty
And we laughing at how you run okay
Talk big you ain't nothing
Real shooters get to bussin'
Smack a n if they fussing
Run that shit no discussions
We them ns you ain't touching
Alright
No I'm not a killa but Kutt might come get you
If my n hit you, ya done
Fineto
Fineto
Fineto
Ya Done!
Fineto
Fineto
Fineto
Ya Done!
Fineto
Fineto
Ha, ha

Ya Done!

Bad like I'm micheal
I ball like I'm Jordan
Might come through like dentist and floss on your fortune
My shorty on ten
Yo girl be on penny
Champion, Prada, if not then it's Fendi
With my young ns
With my young ns
I'm not gone hit you my shooters u'll get ya
Spazz on the beat now that beat need a stretcher
Don't let yo girl around me might fuck round an stretch her
Oh yeah
Wrist chill
Bitch ill
Fuck n don't get grilled
I'm the one that they wanna be
ALL down, they loving me
Young n feeling juicy
Sorry shorty can't fuck for free

She'll buy if she fucking me
Life got me high this ain't OG

No I'm not a killa but Kutt might come get you
If my n hit you, ya done
He toting that shotty
I'm totting your shorty
And we laughing at how you run okay
Talk big you ain't nothing
Real shooters get to bussin'
Smack a n if they fussing
Run that shit no discussions
We them ns you ain't touching
Alright
No I'm not a killa but Kutt might come get you
If my n hit you, ya done
Fineto
Fineto
Fineto
Ya Done!
Fineto
Fineto
Fineto
Ya Done!
Fineto

Fineto
Ha, ha,
Ya Done!

Woke up this morning put lean in my Folgers
.50 cal it's too big for a holster
As a young n was whipping that yola
Beat the pot, till I ball Villanova

Baby K knock his head off his shoulders
Pistol on me so I sag a little lower

Smoking gas shouts out to my grower

Weed legal bitch I'm boolin' in Boulder

Hello?
Yo Finesse, tell KT twelve pullin' up right now dawg (Fuck no dawg)

N fuck all that shit twelve don't want no war

Old Lexus whip that bitch like its stolen
Damn Raptor bitch I ball like Derozan
Pistol on me I'm illegally toting
Your jewelry fake, well at least it look golden
You thought that no one would notice

Ran up on him caught his ass in his Focus
Gangland I might run up and blow it
Dirty Sprite man this shit is so potent
And I'm not a killer wait
Bitch I am
Asian lil bitch man her last name Chan
.45 on me so a n cannot dance

Used to ride around with them choppas and glocks
Now I ride around getting top from your thot
Run up on me throw a bullet like Manning
Got a white bitch look like Dakota Fanning
I know why ns can't stand me
I took ya bitch and pulled her out her painties
Plug he got cruisers in the pantry
I mixed the perky with the Zannie yuh

Pop me a Vicodin I'm sipping purple like Vikings
Snatch up your bitch and I'm piping
40 with beam and I'm sniping
I got two hoes and they diking, I know that they like it
Keep a choppa in the back while I'm driving
Keep the pistol on my lap while I'm driving
Double cup sip leaning back like I'm dying
I'm not the n you wanna be trying

No I'm not a killa but Kutt might come get you
If my n hit you, ya done
He toting that shotty
I'm totting your shorty
And we laughing at how you run okay
Talk big you ain't nothing
Real shooters get to bussin'
Smack a n if they fussing
Run that shit no discussions
We them ns you ain't touching
Alright
No I'm not a killa but Kutt might come get you
If my n hit you, ya done
Fineto
Fineto
Fineto
Ya Done!
Fineto
Fineto
Fineto
Ya Done!
Fineto
Fineto
Ha, ha
Ya Done!



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Writer(s): Jeremiah Wiley
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