Finish Em' Lyrics

We starting it from scratch and now we itching for a spot

I'm smackin niggas hands it aint dipping in this pot

Man It was crickets nigga, stop ..

It hit different when I drop

Big pimping on the yacht

I'm Scottie pippen with the shot

All these Funny style niggas tryna kick it cuz I'm hot

I am cooking y'all , I'm standing in the kitchen whipping slop

Time is ticking on the clock

That's why I give it all I got

You a hater, I've got reasons to be getting on your top

Look, You either out here gritting or you're not

You best be out here getting to the guap

Or just keep sitting to you rot

I Been making tough decisions here a lot

Look You can't bust my bubble ain't no getting it to pop, I done told y'all

Real nigga roll call, I've sent it to the stands every time they tried to low ball, I tend to be a show off

A jackpot, anytime I betted on myself

So bitch kill the noise or I am deading it myself

I'm locked in nigga I am dreading it myself

Ima get the job done and take care of it myself

I'm lowkey I'm not out here embarrassing myself

None of y'all mirror me bacc I'm staring at myself

The game is on my bacc yeah I am carrying myself

You can't gas me up when I am airing it myself

I took them lil scraps then I made me a plate with it

I Didn't throw no salt, never poured out no hate in it

been heating for a while should be getting some cake innit

It's finally my season now let's see what she make with it

Truckin over niggas I be getting to freight with it

Any beat I touch niggas know I'm on skates with it

Stand on how I feel I come straight out the gate with it

Fucc yo favorite rapper I am A.d the great wit it

Finishing my breakfast, huh

Ok, It's the perfect time to address this huh

Who really run this shit who the freshest huh

Shut up and And get bacc to where ya desk is, huh

Dot been chillin, I'm top billing what more can I say

Nigga Let me in before I blow the doors away

We gone get some shit in order, one accord today

You Niggas got a pickle on y'all hands ima real problem

Country bunkin spitting on these tracks like I'm big poppa

doing shit for clicks and we can c that you click hopper

Highschool, I would pushed you in my gym locker

try and backdoor me once they figured out they couldn't knock her

Diss me in yo song and ima c you we ain't hip hop'n

Ain't no back and forth ion do a bunch of lip lockin

Play it cool but I'm always down to get sum shit poppin

peep game and then I went and soaked it like a towel

I Red rover crews, I get to bussing threw the crowd

I Swear to God they pushing every button my blouse

But I don't want no beef I can't do nothing with you cows

Behind the pride you know you can't do nothing with my style

Ima bull with this pen bro I do not fuck around

I'm stickin to my roots I won't ever dumb it down

Before I hit the field I wipe the sweat up off my brow .. boy I'm bacc and I'm

Finishing my breakfast, huh

I get money, money I got