Ny Finesse
I'm the Queen of finessing
I never been the type to talk, Cause Baby I do it
The money come get me cause Baby I Rule it
But I really got some ops
But my brodey spin em tops
And ima baddie I don't be in Drama but if there's really static
Theres gon be some trauma
Dont be messing with someone Whose Temperamental
By the end of it all you gon end up In mentals
And I got the money for rentals
So if you wanna act up (Uhhhh)
Itll make you back (Uhhhh)
And I get the drop in a dash
If the baby got kush
The nigga gon Roll it
He do what I say
He don't even Play
We stacking this money, we Getting the cake
So he call my line up
I got arrested they showed me a Line up
Don't know no niggas I made up That mind up
All of my niggas be dressing Designer
Y yo soy su para
Y el me da cara
Y aunque yo soy Loca loca loca
El a Mi me ama
I'm outta my mind I'm loosing my Mind
But niggas still tell me that I'm hella fine
Niggas be telling me this shit a Crime
Niggas just talking but they fall in Line
Ice on my ears I call it a froze bite
Body real nice and he trynna pipe It
Don't give no fucks what these Bitches be thinking
Cause I'm really poppin my head Just be spinning
It's really a puzzle
I'm just the piece that is missing
He pulled out his d*ck I dismissed Em
These bitches so thirsty
Bitches be stalkers
I really got em wishing
Making fake pages telling me this Telling me that
No time for the chit chat money On my mind full clip where the Brick at
Full ice on the wrist band put
The bag where my weave end ah Ah
You gotta pay me
He wants a baby
He trynna play me like
I'm over the top can't fu*k with no Ops
Nigga a rat he was talking to cops
They got em spitting
He gotta hush
Cause brodey a demon and he Come in clutch
Nigga on fake shit he talking too much
You could've fought that
I lost it all bought a pound
So I bounced back
I spend a pack today
I get it right back
Knock knock it's the cops cops
Who snitch oh the ops ops
We movin sharp machetes
Bro pick up em chevys uh
And bro movin hot
He just clapped a op
So now he not trynna relax
But we on the grind
We still trynna carry em packs
We still get this money
This cheddar
I ain't trynna let up
Bro got some top and he just met Her, my ex miss me cause I'm Wetter
First things first i ain't fuckin with No Broke hoe
Bitch that's girl code
Aggressive shit, so I got em on Chokehold
Never gave a fuck bitch yo soy Loco
Light skin bitch so he call me coco
Bitch be talking shit, but the bitch Is Broke tho
Fu*k that hoe though that's my Motto
I'll make a show though
I'll toot that pole
Im all in my zone
He calling my phone this shit Boutta blow uh
He tooing the pole
When he get home he know Where it go uh
And he calling me nasty sassy but This keeping it classy
So we in the whip I told em to Chill let's go to the backseat
Like pop Im wavy baby there's no Body like me
Ya old bitch worried bby tell the Bitch come fight me
He said you crazy bby
Well bitch I might be
Just might be
I Might just fuck around and get Her white tee b*tch im wifey
I never been the type to talk, Cause Baby I do it
The money come get me cause Baby I Rule it
But I really got some ops
But my brodey spin em tops
And ima baddie I don't be in Drama but if there's really static
Theres gon be some trauma
Dont be messing with someone Whose Temperamental
By the end of it all you gon end up In mentals
And I got the money for rentals
So if you wanna act up (Uhhhh)
Itll make you back (Uhhhh)
And I get the drop in a dash
If the baby got kush
The nigga gon Roll it
He do what I say
He don't even Play
We stacking this money, we Getting the cake
So he call my line up
I got arrested they showed me a Line up
Don't know no niggas I made up That mind up
All of my niggas be dressing Designer
Y yo soy su para
Y el me da cara
Y aunque yo soy Loca loca loca
El a Mi me ama
I'm outta my mind I'm loosing my Mind
But niggas still tell me that I'm hella fine
Niggas be telling me this shit a Crime
Niggas just talking but they fall in Line
Ice on my ears I call it a froze bite
Body real nice and he trynna pipe It
Don't give no fucks what these Bitches be thinking
Cause I'm really poppin my head Just be spinning
It's really a puzzle
I'm just the piece that is missing
He pulled out his d*ck I dismissed Em
These bitches so thirsty
Bitches be stalkers
I really got em wishing
Making fake pages telling me this Telling me that
No time for the chit chat money On my mind full clip where the Brick at
Full ice on the wrist band put
The bag where my weave end ah Ah
You gotta pay me
He wants a baby
He trynna play me like
I'm over the top can't fu*k with no Ops
Nigga a rat he was talking to cops
They got em spitting
He gotta hush
Cause brodey a demon and he Come in clutch
Nigga on fake shit he talking too much
You could've fought that
I lost it all bought a pound
So I bounced back
I spend a pack today
I get it right back
Knock knock it's the cops cops
Who snitch oh the ops ops
We movin sharp machetes
Bro pick up em chevys uh
And bro movin hot
He just clapped a op
So now he not trynna relax
But we on the grind
We still trynna carry em packs
We still get this money
This cheddar
I ain't trynna let up
Bro got some top and he just met Her, my ex miss me cause I'm Wetter
First things first i ain't fuckin with No Broke hoe
Bitch that's girl code
Aggressive shit, so I got em on Chokehold
Never gave a fuck bitch yo soy Loco
Light skin bitch so he call me coco
Bitch be talking shit, but the bitch Is Broke tho
Fu*k that hoe though that's my Motto
I'll make a show though
I'll toot that pole
Im all in my zone
He calling my phone this shit Boutta blow uh
He tooing the pole
When he get home he know Where it go uh
And he calling me nasty sassy but This keeping it classy
So we in the whip I told em to Chill let's go to the backseat
Like pop Im wavy baby there's no Body like me
Ya old bitch worried bby tell the Bitch come fight me
He said you crazy bby
Well bitch I might be
Just might be
I Might just fuck around and get Her white tee b*tch im wifey
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Writer(s): Keyla Guzman
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