No Sucka!

UT-OH!
The game in trouble
Finesse God ran in the bank with the duffle
Cooler than smoke, I float no trouble
Smoking on the loud, ain't a damn thing subtle

UT-OH!
You better not trust him
One quick call a couple niggas gonna shuffle
Ran through all these broads, don't love em
Really only came for the money, I'm blunted
Why they want to talk?
Like they got something from me
Yeah!
Ain't going out like no sucka
Sitting on the plane with a pound of some gushers
Treat it like Covid, nobody can touch us

Hustle till' my pockets sit on Bugatti
I'm running em up on these fuckers
Nobody can hold up a candle
Then hold it beside me
I'm hotter than fire
Get burnt if you try me
Ten big bags on the plane, no pilots
Step out the foreign fresh, don't need no stylist
Stash a couple dollars out on the island
Cut through the cut, like nigga come find me
On a another level
So ahead of schedule
Seen it on my shoulders, ain't no way to let up
Now they want to send a pack
Notice what I'm bringing back
Wish the kitchen wouldn't slap
Tryna finesse me a stack
Yelling out fuck all that!
Told Em
Drip this sauce with a cup full of couch lock
Put your bitch on her knees with her lips locked
Trick a hoe like a magician
Pull up on em, yeah we with it
Pull up on em, for the digits
Pull up on em, she'll get popped
Shouldn't have been outside with it
BITCH!

UT-OH!
The game in trouble
Finesse God ran in the bank with the duffle
Cooler than smoke, I float no trouble
Smoking on the loud, aint a damn thing subtle

UT-OH!
You better not trust him
One quick call a couple niggas gonna shuffle
Ran through all these broads, don't love em
Really only came for the money, I'm blunted
Why they want to talk?
Like they got something from me
Yeah!
Ain't going out like no sucka
Sitting on the plane with a pound of some gushers
Treat it like Covid, nobody can touch us



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Mcaphee
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