Finesse
Shawty with the dress
Cold designer shopping man Gucci be the tag
Guncho Burner sinking the venom in the verse
Going deeper man I'm a jigga to the death
For my southside jiggas
I drop every bar with finesse
You don't really want to see me vex
Guncho top the list, no one's next
I drop every bar with finesse
I'm back on every artiste, they look comical
This shit needs lyrical people to take the industry back to the glory days
Or something new these days
Oh my God I'm praised
The chosen one I'm raised
Above all the rest like Simba
I give God the thanks
Rappers think they moving safe, nahh
Still top you
Trappers think they on my level, nahh
Still drop you
I'm entertaining and winning, the ways I'm popping two
I hit the gym that's the booth
My sounds are always new
I bring good vibes
They look nice
I'm too fly
I got price
Roll up dice
I add spice
My enemies go hard and still they go out with suicide
I reside with peace of mind
I decide to ball on life like a court
Y'all niggas tryna distort
I gotta laugh like
Y'all niggas hilarious
Y'all niggas embarrassing
My niggas in Paris
My money ain't past tense
I'm so workaholic man, I'm drunk with the checks
I'm counting in stacks
I'm carrying the world, still ain't breaking my back
I snipe the balls of haters with my pen
SAVAGE
Like N5, y'all disappointing figures to my face
GET OUT
Equipped like a cobra, y'all know what I'm laced with
VENOM
I strike with momentum
I'm fresh with the denim
The Lord still defending
The devil is sending
The threats to me expecting that I'm small
I'm not water, you can never hear that Guncho falls
I'm standing tall
Music is my bitch so she gives me the head
Y'all niggas come out red I pop you with lead
Well said
Shawty with the dress
Cold designer shopping man Gucci be the tag
Guncho Burner sinking the venom in the verse
Going deeper man I'm a jigga to the death
For my southside jiggas
I drop every bar with finesse
You don't really want to see me vex
Guncho top the list, no one's next
I drop every bar with finesse
Step into the court like Lebron though
Step into the court like a judge though
But I do both when I want though
Then I zoom off in my condo
And I save face like Zoro
New school hip hop hov
Blow the money like I won a lotto
Put the ATM on hold
MJ when I'm moonwalking this bitch
When I get the Grammy
IRS be snooping on my shit
Cause I'm tryna get rich
Spend it with the family
Take a vacay midweek
All the bills on me
No paparazzi
If you hatin on me be patient, I got more
Them just de vex, them call my village people for some help
Best in the game, I bribe my village people dem dey well
My head dey there
My head dey swell
Where all the men
Them dey for MEN-de
Today na Monday, I go dey hustle till I get my payday
I no go stop except if na Sunday
Cause even God been rest on the last day
But on the next day, which be my pay day
Money go fall like say na the rain day
Shawtys go go like say na my birthday
Money go spray like say na wedding day
Best, Guncho
How e de be? Good tho
Who's better than us? Don't know
Jiggas be whack, No cap
I'm making the moves, the South on my back yeah
I'm back on my groove
I'm making the moves Big Sean can't do
And they think I'm on the gram
Shawty with the dress
Cold designer shopping man Gucci be the tag
Guncho Burner sinking the venom in the verse
Going deeper man I'm a jigga to the death
For my southside jiggas
I drop every bar with finesse
You don't really want to see me vex
Guncho top the list, no one's next
I drop every bar with finesse
Cold designer shopping man Gucci be the tag
Guncho Burner sinking the venom in the verse
Going deeper man I'm a jigga to the death
For my southside jiggas
I drop every bar with finesse
You don't really want to see me vex
Guncho top the list, no one's next
I drop every bar with finesse
I'm back on every artiste, they look comical
This shit needs lyrical people to take the industry back to the glory days
Or something new these days
Oh my God I'm praised
The chosen one I'm raised
Above all the rest like Simba
I give God the thanks
Rappers think they moving safe, nahh
Still top you
Trappers think they on my level, nahh
Still drop you
I'm entertaining and winning, the ways I'm popping two
I hit the gym that's the booth
My sounds are always new
I bring good vibes
They look nice
I'm too fly
I got price
Roll up dice
I add spice
My enemies go hard and still they go out with suicide
I reside with peace of mind
I decide to ball on life like a court
Y'all niggas tryna distort
I gotta laugh like
Y'all niggas hilarious
Y'all niggas embarrassing
My niggas in Paris
My money ain't past tense
I'm so workaholic man, I'm drunk with the checks
I'm counting in stacks
I'm carrying the world, still ain't breaking my back
I snipe the balls of haters with my pen
SAVAGE
Like N5, y'all disappointing figures to my face
GET OUT
Equipped like a cobra, y'all know what I'm laced with
VENOM
I strike with momentum
I'm fresh with the denim
The Lord still defending
The devil is sending
The threats to me expecting that I'm small
I'm not water, you can never hear that Guncho falls
I'm standing tall
Music is my bitch so she gives me the head
Y'all niggas come out red I pop you with lead
Well said
Shawty with the dress
Cold designer shopping man Gucci be the tag
Guncho Burner sinking the venom in the verse
Going deeper man I'm a jigga to the death
For my southside jiggas
I drop every bar with finesse
You don't really want to see me vex
Guncho top the list, no one's next
I drop every bar with finesse
Step into the court like Lebron though
Step into the court like a judge though
But I do both when I want though
Then I zoom off in my condo
And I save face like Zoro
New school hip hop hov
Blow the money like I won a lotto
Put the ATM on hold
MJ when I'm moonwalking this bitch
When I get the Grammy
IRS be snooping on my shit
Cause I'm tryna get rich
Spend it with the family
Take a vacay midweek
All the bills on me
No paparazzi
If you hatin on me be patient, I got more
Them just de vex, them call my village people for some help
Best in the game, I bribe my village people dem dey well
My head dey there
My head dey swell
Where all the men
Them dey for MEN-de
Today na Monday, I go dey hustle till I get my payday
I no go stop except if na Sunday
Cause even God been rest on the last day
But on the next day, which be my pay day
Money go fall like say na the rain day
Shawtys go go like say na my birthday
Money go spray like say na wedding day
Best, Guncho
How e de be? Good tho
Who's better than us? Don't know
Jiggas be whack, No cap
I'm making the moves, the South on my back yeah
I'm back on my groove
I'm making the moves Big Sean can't do
And they think I'm on the gram
Shawty with the dress
Cold designer shopping man Gucci be the tag
Guncho Burner sinking the venom in the verse
Going deeper man I'm a jigga to the death
For my southside jiggas
I drop every bar with finesse
You don't really want to see me vex
Guncho top the list, no one's next
I drop every bar with finesse
Credits
Writer(s): Nsuhoridem Udeh
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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