Finesse the Beat

Aight
Damn
I just finessed the fuckin beat
Look
Aight
Damn
Bitch
I damn sure finessed the fuckin beat
Hop in the V
Be quiet
You know I keep it discreet (Like)
Bitches talking out they ass
Talking bout how I mistreat
It's a whole new world
Fuckin with me
Apart from these fuckin streets
Damn
Bitch
I damn sure finessed the fuckin beat
Hop in the V
Be quiet
You know I keep it discreet
Bitches talking out they ass
Talking bout how I mistreat
It's a whole new world
Fuckin with me
Apart from these fuckin streets
Duck ya taco
Them shells might fly
Take the bitch out
Gotta look fuckin fly
The bread I throw to birds could attract a fly
Me and my niggas different
Can't compare pockets
You only tough on the gram
Stop it (Huh)
Don't run down on me
Nigga pop it (Damn)
Clock em
Drop em
Don't run down
You could get gunned down
My count
One
Two
Ion know how many I fucked
Dead beat my kid to make him a good son
You fucked my what?
Nigga which one
Don't get me started
Imma tweak
Imma lost cause
I can't let no one catch me
Can't take me out
Ain't no talk it out
It's a issue
You finna have to take me out
I could see the future
Please take that mask off
Do some low shit
We aiming higher for his top
Avenue to Avenues (Nigga)
Hunts Point
Drop your Avenue
Nigga (Damn)
Where ya mans at (Bitch)
I'm askin you
Ya mans ain't ya mans (Look)
Once shit fold through
Ya mans ain't ya mans (Some real tea nigga)
Once shit fold through
Damn
Bitch
I damn sure finessed the fuckin beat
Hop in the V
Be quiet
You know I keep it discreet
Bitches talking out they ass
Talking bout how I mistreat
It's a whole new world
Fuckin with me
Apart from these fuckin streets
Damn Bitch
I damn sure finessed the fuckin beat
Hop in the V
Be quiet
You know I keep it discreet
Bitches talking out they ass
Talking bout how I mistreat
It's a whole new world
Fuckin with me
Apart from these fuckin streets
That ain't ha new nigga
You just never fuckin knew
Hold that down
I got all my trust in you
Pop it off on me
You don't know what to do
I can't die in these streets
Watch who you let close to you (Bop)
Pocket watchin
Pussy poppin
Time to clock in
How the fuck the blunt kickin
And the graba ain't even kick in
I need all my percent
Huh
Need my dividends (Like)
Bitch
I just need you to suck and fuck (Bop Bop)
You is not my friend
I'll slap a bitch father
No nigga (Like)
She ain't home at ten
Fat forty and a fatter gyatt
Need a freak bitch
Who finna let me hit it from the back like
Damn Bitch (Like)
I damn sure finessed the fuckin beat
Hop in the V
Be quiet
You know I keep it discreet
Bitches talking out they ass
Talking bout how I mistreat
It's a whole new world
Fuckin with me
Apart from these fuckin streets (Like)
Damn Bitch
I damn sure finessed the fuckin beat (Bitch)
Hop in the V
Be quiet
You know I keep it discreet
Bitches talking out they ass
Talking bout how I mistreat
It's a whole new world
Fuckin with me
Apart from these fuckin streets
Aight
Aight



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Writer(s): Christian Emmanuel Walker
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