Trappin' & Finessin ft. Tee Bandito Lyrics

Who the Fuck is Tee?

Im Out here Trapping and Finessing cause that all a nigga know

Like you got out of school, 45. Send you home

I got a Lightskin Bitch that suck it straight to the dome

And if you speaking on the gram, we gone get yo ass gone

I know one nigga slide with two sticks, that's akimbo

Three Niggas got caught lacking, keep yo blick close

You said I won't slide with 4 Nic' But I will though

Fuck a Five, Hope all them niggas get Killed bro

I put some shit in my cup, I'm activated, Thats a Six

Seven Years old saw my cousin whipping bricks

Bitch hit my phone said she wanna get ate

So now I'm slobbing on the nine im tryna give this bitch a plate

Ten years Old, I was running from the jakes

And if you speaking on James, I send Eleven at yo face

Whipping up a brick, I just sold this bitch for Twelve

Thirteen Bullets Finna crack A nigga shell

We up Fourteen, I could show you some bands

And I bet Fifteen He gone snitch on his mans

All my Niggas armed up, And they all under Sixteen

Counter beep, I gotta thumb it with my hands

She Ain't wanna fuck until A nigga threw some bands on

He was talking hella shit, we got his head gone

All Balenci' For the fit, Bitch I'm Ten toes

Finna pop some tops, Off this glock, I get dead wrong

That's one shot

That's Two shots

Alright, Now that nigga seeing Tupac

All these Pits in the crib, Feel like Snoop Dogg

Finger itching for the glock, it been too long

Dropped YDG, All I see is niggas hating on me

Six hoes in the crib, And they waiting on me

Bitches say I'm mean, Cause the shit I like to rap 'bout

Feel Like Elon Musk, She wanna Fuck cause all this paper on me

I'm finna break this bitch rim like LeBron James

Aye put a beam on that glock, You cannot aim

Shit sad, When I dropped, All the Thots came

Brody tryna scrap, Thirty Seconds of some Shots came

Iced out, On my neck, It's a Sox Game

Claiming he a G, But he snitched when them Cops came

Only time I'm tryna run is if I'm running to the bag

Then I split with my mans, Half and Half, Hall and Nash

He ain't really tryna pop, So I'm knowing he a fag

Put a switch on this bitch, Now It's shooting like it lag

She Ain't wanna fuck until a nigga threw some bands on

He was talking hella shit, We got his head gone

All Balenci for the Fit, Bitch I'm Ten toes

Finna pop some tops, Off this glock, I get dead wrong