Finesse Lyrics

Black Reem in the cut

But you know this

Chasing them bands

Running man

Yea I be so cool

Just like a fan

These Niggas be mad

Don't understand

They think that they know me

Just from my gram

See ya bitch flexing on Twitter

She bad so I might try to hit her

She sucking my dick watch you kiss her

I take her and watch how you miss her

I Fuck around hit up her sister

AYE

Dabbing jugging and finessing

Aye

I'm the answer it's no question

Aye

My chick a blessing call the reverend

Yea

Don't need a dance I'm two stepping

Uh huh

Yea I put on a show call me Boobie Miles

Start exposing niggas yea I'm pulling files

Say you Kenny killer yea really Kyle

These truths a kill having em saying wow

Got the referees calling foul

Got my own flow never taking styles

This is not a race but I am up a mile

This is not a race but I am up a mile

Stand tall I said city hall

These Silly coppers Yea fuck em all

Im in traffic yea watch I drawl

These niggas tripping thinkin Ima fall

Never crossed up nigga cause I ball

Trophies hanging all up on the wall

Said you tryn check well I'm on call

Talking Right now nigga don't stall

Thick lil bitch she a dime annoying bout most of the time

What

Clock her in right at 11 she might be a 7

But her brain game dope and it Send me to heaven

Yea

Finesser Finesser Finesser im balling

I'm tryna get checks up checks up

Bitches get on my nerve

Kicking em out right to the curb

Lean got me Trippy my words getting slurred

High off the gas my vision is blurred

Please do not speak don't say a word

I am a king fuck what ya heard

Not giving brain that is absurd

Bitch get the geeking just like she a nerd

Yeah

Running to the money with a lil violence

Looking funny with the money get ya nose stomped in

If I ain't got Ima get it jug and robbing all black like batman

Make it red like robin yum

Niggas is softer than tissue bitches be frauding

They say that they miss you I'm just like fuck

And hit what's issue they Shaking ya hand

Call you bro then they diss you

Damn

Watch out for them get you some bread

They start piping ya head that's when the plotting begin

Watching ya Moves Like he was fed

Texting ya phone then he calling ya jack next thing you know

He gone ask where you at

He pull up with a Mac but youngin was ready

But the burner to his back

Damn

This shit so crazy my nigga having my baby

I ask how she figure she tryn get me trapped and give up all the Millions

Stop fucking with me you go back to civilian be on my shit

Nigga fuck how you feeling I slaughter a track yea

I'm Making a killing Standing 6"5 yea I'm right ceiling

Give em a Baldy like his name was Krillon

I put money on ya head like I'm paying for ya haircut told

I'm grinding I'm tryna get bread up fuck all that small Change

I need me a big buck fuck is a hoopty I need me a big truck

She can not be boney I need me a big butt Finessing the brain

Now she slurping my kids up same bitch that thought I wasn't gone hit her

Yea look how I hit her

Finesser Finesser Finesser im balling I'm tryna get checks up checks up