FINALS BOUND Lyrics

I'm a quiet whisperer, I'ma show you what it do

Don't run cause I'ma get your ass Can't finesse if I'm finessin

What you mean you gettin' back? Baby teasin' me with photos

I can't wait to bust that ass, huh, huh I mean like, come and throw it back

If that hoe don't got no motion, I don't care that bitch is wack

You my nigga, if you got my shit, fuck it, you can keep it

This the new car smell, I fuck her in the whip to peezy

I'm a real Mexican, young nigga, finish what I started

See that H3, that be tinted up, shh, bodyguard it

What I say, you sick about it, what you say, you ain't about it

Niggas think this shit is tough, I show up, shh, rip it out him

Rip it out him, Ruski, shit, already got him, kicked it out

Huapangero, steppin', steppin', steppin', steppin', stomp him out

Go from point A to point B, I know I walked it out

Can't fuck crazy bitches no more, I know I locked her out

Niggas hungry, we don't play, watch what you're sayin' with your mouth

Nigga, fuck Siri, fuck y'all, take a different route

Ufc gotta give me a contract, make the biggest title bout

I keep on workin' for this shit from racks to riches

Talkin' bout you so funny, huh, shit, who laughin' now

First you was down, what the fuck, you backin' out

Redbone on my dick, spiderman, I'm blackin' out

Rock Revival jeans, Edgar Cut, I'm saggin' down

Northside up and down, Northern like Lumberjack

A Suit n tie no Grammy show, I suit up like Men in Black

Presidential nigga, AP Loading, I'm payin' for that

Little nigga watchin' me play motion, ask what game is that

I'm too focused, tryna get up payed, shit, what day we at

Stop is my street sign, bitch, fuck yo' Zodiac

Buy one and get one for free, bitch, what deal is that

NBA, yo, stop callin' me, where Bradley Beal at

I'm a wizard, don't ever call me Harry, get a fade

Yeah, yeah, big rule of time, sit you down and get erased

Yeah, I'm the big deal, Holyfield, pack too loud

I swear I'm fader than a fuckin' hoe

Ain't shit funny, but I'm laughin' cause, yo ass a joke

Hella blues in the duffle, like my loc

Don't try to green out no more, yo ass turn to hulk

Big reseller buy the store, this the biggest bulk

Ain't bring his friends along, that nigga wanna die alone

Get you hypnotized, I'll set you down, a metronome

What kinda plan you got? That's AT&T with no phone

I'm a fly dude attachin' myself to the drone

Don't make me dribble off your pressure, nigga, you a cone

Don't make me get my dog to fetch you, nigga, you a bone

Go sit your lil' ass down, boy, and fix that lil' tone you got

I'm finna make your ass look lonely, R.I.P. to speaker knock

I'm finna bust down my chain for a thicker one

What you mean bout catchin' up, bruh, it's been a month

Put that dog shit on the plate, get the bubble guts

Them niggas all like Kurt Angle, all them niggas suck