Intro
Finesse the name known for countin rolls and crackin niggas hoes
I'm straight drop
clean if off the bowl this shit ain't stepped on
Get stepped on for all them fuckin nights that I got slept on
The dial tone for all the times I called u said to hold on
Got 223s that'll shoot through trees gotta pay wen I rap cus the
Style ain't free
This shit ain a game I ain Neva gone change u get smacked when
u hack it no referee
If u downtown that ain't no where from me
If u county bound it's gone take about 3
I got real za ain't no seeds in the P
What you mad for I got a reason to be
Fresh out the mud over came the flood I ain get no love it wasn't
easy for me
Room full of smoke feel in ya throat I went mask on made it easy
to breathe
Up like a geek know it's been a week rather count a comma
For I count sum sheep
Had her legs shakin I ain do no fakin find Megan for me need
A big freak
Bad lil yellow bitch she gone hit a spilt she gone eat the dick
wit alotta spit
I won't even trip if she give me lip put my dawg on bet my nigga hit
Just a missfit wit sum benefits get ya shit flicked like a lit bic get
ya shit hit like a
quick pic
Got damn man I be on bullshit
Got exposed to real Dont fuck wit the fake
Ain't worried bout dying we all got a date
When u come to my table we all got a plate
If I come wit the 4 bet I'm leavin wit 8
Bp wit the gas ain't Neva no shake
This premium pack ain't Neva low grade
If u don't know bet u know me today
Finesse a finesser bitch get out the way
I'm straight drop
clean if off the bowl this shit ain't stepped on
Get stepped on for all them fuckin nights that I got slept on
The dial tone for all the times I called u said to hold on
Got 223s that'll shoot through trees gotta pay wen I rap cus the
Style ain't free
This shit ain a game I ain Neva gone change u get smacked when
u hack it no referee
If u downtown that ain't no where from me
If u county bound it's gone take about 3
I got real za ain't no seeds in the P
What you mad for I got a reason to be
Fresh out the mud over came the flood I ain get no love it wasn't
easy for me
Room full of smoke feel in ya throat I went mask on made it easy
to breathe
Up like a geek know it's been a week rather count a comma
For I count sum sheep
Had her legs shakin I ain do no fakin find Megan for me need
A big freak
Bad lil yellow bitch she gone hit a spilt she gone eat the dick
wit alotta spit
I won't even trip if she give me lip put my dawg on bet my nigga hit
Just a missfit wit sum benefits get ya shit flicked like a lit bic get
ya shit hit like a
quick pic
Got damn man I be on bullshit
Got exposed to real Dont fuck wit the fake
Ain't worried bout dying we all got a date
When u come to my table we all got a plate
If I come wit the 4 bet I'm leavin wit 8
Bp wit the gas ain't Neva no shake
This premium pack ain't Neva low grade
If u don't know bet u know me today
Finesse a finesser bitch get out the way
Credits
Writer(s): Courtney Cooper
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