Finish line Lyrics

Say lil bro, we almost at the finish line

Tell them niggas that been in competition

Get behind

And you know them niggas envy, better not

Forget the iron

This ain't no 90 day grind, doing this shit

For some time

How the fuck, I ain't waking niggas up, they

Still sleep

Buffed up, walking around with some glasses, A real geek

Cuddy looking through the ashes for a roach

A real tweak

This ain't no regular fabric, walk around real Mink

All I know, punch, punch, punch, steppa taught Me, scamming

Baby, I don't wanna talk, let's hunch, get ta Cramming

Tryna put me on the ground, look up, I'm still Standing

We got heads all around, big cuz phone Bamming

It ain't shit for a nigga to teach me, I'm a

Professor

I hit her, you the type of nigga flex tryna

Impress her

Oh, you don't know, real niggas make the

Bad bitches wetter

Michael Phelps get up in her ocean just

Because I'm clever

Know, I'm different, you was chasing hoes and

I was getting chicken

On a mission, bro, it ain't no going home

Until we finish

We almost at the finish line, look bro, we

Gotta stand on business

This For them niggas that was dick sucking, This ain't for no attention

Been sliding niggas, been hiding doing

All that dick sucking

Walk up in that store with no ID, just call Me Mclovin

Nigga think it's beef because this bitch the

One I been stuffing

You don't know she been fucking, run up

Then this blick upping

Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, it's a

Blickathon

Only keep her around for a little top And then I get her gone

I be rolling round, it's me and drop

Bet he ah get you gone

Puttin belt to ass the way them niggas putting

Flint ta stone

Say lil bro, we almost at the finish line

Tell them niggas that been in competition to Get behind

And you know them niggas envy better not Forget the iron

This ain't no 90 day grind, doing this shit for Some time

How the fuck, I ain't waking niggas up, they Still sleep

Buffed up, walking round with some glasses, a Real geek

Cuddy looking through the ashes for a roach, a Real tweak

This ain't no regular fabric, walk around real Mink

All I know, punch, punch, punch, that steppa Taught me scamming

Baby, I don't wanna talk, let's hunch, get ta Cramming

Tryna put me on the ground, look up, I'm still Standing

We got heads all around, big cuz, phone Bamming