Fine Shit Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
I look in your eyes, I can tell that you need it
Ouu playing that role, you riding my wave yo ass gon' get sea sick
I don't gotta diss baby, get into it
Jumped in her bed, damn bae I knew it
I don't got time to keep on playing, all this playing it's damnnear confusing
They said(aw oh aw)
Same shit, this shit getting boring
Love you bae, I'll see you in the morning
Double cup with that wocky, I'm pourin
You loving the feeling, you love to get lit
You tried to play me, you's a goofy ass bitch
You run up on me, you get shot in yo shit
Ain't nothing colder than a girls heart, ain't nothing colder than a girls heart
This Glock up and this bitch spark
Damn girl it's getting dark
I really admire talking to you, I got what you need everything x2
I'm really trynna fuck with you
Babygirl you fine shit, I'm telling you so don't forget
Them other niggas they gotta quit
I love the way you talk in shit
I'm big dog and who touching me, I got big bird like sesame
Call me pop quiz cause they testing me, up a tomb stone cause they dead to me
Yeah fine shit, babygirl you pretty
Niggas want smoke tell them niggas get with me
Glock got a drum and this bitch hold like 50
Not gone lie I'm getting a lil tired
Been playing with heat cause a nigga on fire
Been doing a lot damnnear zoned out
Smoked a fat wood damnnear gassed out
Bitches playing with they ass out, they fanned out cause my cash out
I'm trynna cop me a big house, we been eating yall playing now
We feeling away, and I'm feeling alone
Been doing a lot I been getting in mode
Play with me and let me know how it goes
Iced out watch this shit is cold, and I told her that
She's fine shit I'm trynna cuff her up
It's cold outside told my baby bundle up
Them niggas tripping give 'em up, they play with us they getting fucked
Certified trapper I'm running it up, I'm a big dog them lil niggas mutts
Can't play with the gang, them niggas be crazy
Bro got hit like damn who grazed him
Fine lil shit she damnnear played him, she independent she damnnear made him
I got shit up in my pocket hoe these amiri jeans
Can't fuck with them niggas them niggas are fein's
Stack up your bread, by any means
(We Love You Trula)