Finesse (feat. GloRilla)

Nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big Za
(Gentle Beatz)
Nigga, nigga

I can make the dope stretch
I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Beep beep beep)
You better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosing (Huh?)
Trap straight booming (Yeah)
Imma pack mover (Yeah)
Imma weight loser (Yeah)

I can make the dope stretch
I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Beep beep beep)
You better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosing (Huh?)
Trap straight booming (Yeah)
Imma pack mover (Yeah)
Imma weight loser (Yeah)

I 'member breaking into houses
Okay, where the cameras at? (Where they at?)
Now I got like 30 Gs
Stuffed inside a fanny pack (Racks, nigga)
Plug threw a nine piece?
Okay, bet, imma handle that (Imma get it done)
You ain't keep it P?
Okay, bet, stand on that (Stand on that)
All these designer clothes
I look like a damn booster (Hahaha)
Hundred in the 60
Fuck state troopers (Fuck 'em)
Phone chirping in the morning
Bae, we roosters
Them niggas ain't balling
Bae, we hoopers (Splash)
Huh
Bae, we D1 (Yeah)
We ain't worried 'bout nothing
Bae, I got funds (Yeah)
Re-up on some, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Re-up on some sh-
Hit the trap
Get it done

I can make the dope stretch
I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Beep beep beep)
You better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosing (Huh?)
Trap straight booming (Yeah)
Imma pack mover (Yeah)
Imma weight loser (Yeah)

I can make the dope stretch
I can teach finesse (Woo)
And I'm 'bout my check (Hey)
You better come correct (GloRilla)
These hoes stay choosing (On gang, gang)
Trap straight booming (On gang, gang)
Imma pack mover (Yeah)
Imma weight loser (Yeah)

These bitches ain't no competition
Man, these hoes stay losing
They talking gangsta shit
But I'm the bitch you hoes ain't fooling
He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger
Man, you niggas ain't shooters
You hanging with the niggas that bucked you for your pistol
You a brewster
I can make my throat stretch (Aye), I can make a mess (Woo)
Instead ran up a couple hundred thousand, went 30 days no sex
You know how lame it is to confront me about a nigga through a text?
You know how fast I'll turn your favorite nigga
Into your favorite ex, ho?
Fuck
Abracadabra on your ass
Stop blowing him up, he with me
Lil sis, we laughing at your ass (Stupid)
They ain't putting that shit on
I can show them what that shit is (On god)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me who that bitch is (On gang, gang)

I can make the dope stretch
I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Beep beep beep)
You better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosing (Huh?)
Trap straight booming (Yeah)
Imma pack mover (Yeah)
Imma weight loser (Yeah)

I can make the dope stretch
I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Beep beep beep)
You better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosing (Huh?)
Trap straight booming (Yeah)
Imma pack mover (Yeah)
Imma weight loser (Yeah)



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Writer(s): Daniel Schnabel, Devante Mccreary
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