Finesse
Baby Finesse in this motherfucker
You niggas some bitches nigga
Bag on me High as fuck in the Lamb
I can't fumble up
Heard your dog hella broke go get his money up
West coast baby til I die don't get it twisted
Seen death hella times like how you trippin
Heart cold from how a couple people did me
My big cuddie took me on my first mission
Bag on me High as fuck in the Lamb
I can't fumble up
Heard your dog hella broke go get his money up
West coast baby til I die don't get it twisted
Seen death hella times like how you trippin
Heart cold from how a couple people did me
My big cuddie took me on my first mission
Got yo bitch on me and she finna suck it up
Suck the kids out me caught her lackin ain't no gun
Call the big homies finna show em what I've done
I'm getting rich on em know they hate it but it's fun
If ion make it in this life then imma make it to hell
I've seen a lot of fucking shit up in this life I can't tell
Tell me why they sleeping on me in my city i fell
But now I'm back up in the game I'm writing hits doing well
Cash be in our name we Moneyballin on me
If you ain't got yourself a bag then you ain't fuck with my team
You say you got yourself a strap but you ain't shooting a thing
You prolly shoot yourself like cheddar bob before you shoot 3
Now this ain't no Jack link but I got that meat
I had that strap with that green laser beam
5'6 ain't stand stall I'll leave em 6 feet
Got your lil thooter your thooter on me
I remember when I hit my first mission
High speeds hopping out we built different
Heard them suckers tryna bang they went missing
On my granny I'm just here to get chicken
Floyd Money Mayweather how I hit women
Hoppin out with drugs and the steal I'm with spinning
Gotta tuck the glock cuz the fucking stick glisten
Why you speaking on me you ain't nun but my children
Lil pussy boy I don't think you got a chance
Why you steady tryna rap when you better off in dance
You would think I was a cop way I'm aiming with the stance
When these hollows hit your head and knock your body out your pants
You niggas some bitches nigga
Bag on me High as fuck in the Lamb
I can't fumble up
Heard your dog hella broke go get his money up
West coast baby til I die don't get it twisted
Seen death hella times like how you trippin
Heart cold from how a couple people did me
My big cuddie took me on my first mission
Bag on me High as fuck in the Lamb
I can't fumble up
Heard your dog hella broke go get his money up
West coast baby til I die don't get it twisted
Seen death hella times like how you trippin
Heart cold from how a couple people did me
My big cuddie took me on my first mission
Got yo bitch on me and she finna suck it up
Suck the kids out me caught her lackin ain't no gun
Call the big homies finna show em what I've done
I'm getting rich on em know they hate it but it's fun
If ion make it in this life then imma make it to hell
I've seen a lot of fucking shit up in this life I can't tell
Tell me why they sleeping on me in my city i fell
But now I'm back up in the game I'm writing hits doing well
Cash be in our name we Moneyballin on me
If you ain't got yourself a bag then you ain't fuck with my team
You say you got yourself a strap but you ain't shooting a thing
You prolly shoot yourself like cheddar bob before you shoot 3
Now this ain't no Jack link but I got that meat
I had that strap with that green laser beam
5'6 ain't stand stall I'll leave em 6 feet
Got your lil thooter your thooter on me
I remember when I hit my first mission
High speeds hopping out we built different
Heard them suckers tryna bang they went missing
On my granny I'm just here to get chicken
Floyd Money Mayweather how I hit women
Hoppin out with drugs and the steal I'm with spinning
Gotta tuck the glock cuz the fucking stick glisten
Why you speaking on me you ain't nun but my children
Lil pussy boy I don't think you got a chance
Why you steady tryna rap when you better off in dance
You would think I was a cop way I'm aiming with the stance
When these hollows hit your head and knock your body out your pants
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Writer(s): Jace Bodrero
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