Finesse ft. Shelovetyyy Lyrics

Finesse, finesse, that's all my niggas know

The chest, the chest, that's where we train to blow

You stress, you stress, you beefing bout a hoe

She wet, she wet, I hit it fast and slow

Finesse, finesse, that's all my niggas know

The chest, the chest, that's where we train to blow

You stress, you stress, you beefing bout a hoe

She wet, she wet, I hit it fast and slow

I never had a job, but I still find a way to make some dough

I never had a father, just my mama, sister, and my bro

Remember posted at the store, with no money, I was poor

Keep the hammer everywhere I go, like my name is Thor

When she acting up, I smack her on her butt, you watch your tone

Amiri on my jeans mixed with CDG, I got the chrome

I'm sipping on my styrofoam, I'm not gon' be here for too long

I know there's niggas plotting that they want me gone

But shit, I'm living, been finessing for the chicken

Put me in the stu, I get to cooking like I'm in the kitchen

I got a lot up in my mind, I put it in my song

She saying that she feel it, she told me that she fucking with my music

I've been improving, dropping back to back hits, I'm going stupid

I took too many L's, I'm tired from all that losing

I gotta catch a dub, I gotta get up out the mud

And when I make it to the top, I'm bringing all of my day ones

You can't post up with the gang, cause nigga, you don't got a gun

Blow it back and get it back, like nigga, I do that shit for fun

Sliding in the SRT, and my draco got a drum

Always fell in love with leans, my brothers say I got a drum

Double bag up on his head, I bet my niggas get him gone

I get in some shit today, I bet I'm still gon' have my sauce on

You just capping on the pussy, no, you dead wrong

Like whatchu said,

I'm on every type of drug, I think my mind gone

I want his head

Say you sliding, say you sliding, niggas dying, but I'm sliding

Yeah, you seen me with that bitch, but best believe she wasn't mine

Yeah, you seen him with them niggas, but you know he wasn't he riding

Block hot, now these niggas out here hiding

Switch on the back of the Glock and the Perc ten

Nine to five but you know I ain't working

You say you want it, but don't put the work in

She wanna birk, she perking

On the page, I'm lurking

I can't get a perc ten

I've been sipping that Hen

Hope ion die with my friend

Finesse, finesse, that's all my niggas know

The chest, the chest, that's where we train to blow

You stress, you stress, you beefing bout a hoe

She wet, she wet, I hit it fast and slow

Finesse, finesse, that's all my niggas know

The chest, the chest, that's where we train to blow

You stress, you stress, you beefing bout a hoe

She wet, she wet, I hit it fast and slow