Finesse GOAT Lyrics

Trap celly busting fat sacks and the tussin' I'll motherfucking cut it

Ain't no OT

Shoutout Mikey.D Papa Ed running scobey

Hundreds quickly junkies trying to trade hats and the watches

For the pills I'm moving like a flea market I'll mark it

Gas in my blunt cartilage ice in my cartilage nose round my neck sparkling

Froze like hood apartments, gather your squad and garments

Y'all gon get left in the cold like cartman, dope molly park in the foreign

Pop up like tart and selling hella scripts call me doctor Ben Carson

Stop it I'm a Martian squad full of shooter ain't hoping no arching

Dog, hide the drugs on the roof no barking

Ain't going to the club unless I'm selling drugs stupid

Fifteen got a year sentencing that's why I gave my folks twenty racks sorry for the Suffering

I was young and dumb and loading like buffering

Bloated hella smoking eating chicken wings and entenmann's

Five star veteran late night trapping David letterman

If he ain't gang don't let 'em in move a lot of money like a settlement

If I said I meant so don't ask me what I said again

Move a lil heroin lot of pills dope coke shrooms tabs molly lean I've sold everything

Married to the trap get a motherfucking wedding ring

Leave yo ass dead like the motherfucking revenant

Dope so clean like peppermint blues or the morphs pick preferences

Ask my plugs they will all give me the best references

Don't get smart cause I don't give a fuck who's test it is

Extra terrestrial off edibles and Roxy pills sniff for the shock and thrill

Trap so I can stock my bill, smoke dope to sit and chill

Sip purple rain love the sleepy feel

You a motherfucking bitch ya mom know keep it real

Trapping out the condo moving hella rondo

Beat a motherfucker like I'm trying to play the congos

Slide through the scum hundred pills in the console

Blowing bubble kush switching lanes talking money convos

Ain't got a number get my email on my trap phone

SJ Alive I'm the motherfucking back bone

RIP the guys I can't lie man this shit cold

Beat the pussy like till she scream like she running from Michael

Zones of the ozone oxycodones and some iPhones I'ma set the play like xylophones

Cyclone shit I be up all night long

Trying to set a play and get rich on my own

Gold on me couple tats polo gucci Louie fifty nine fifty hats

Got one every outfit to match

I done probably sold that amount as a throwback

Pull up with the mob where the money and the hoes at

Young the finesse goat, forty five thousand could of moved out to Fresno

Remember everyday popping xans thank God I'm off benzos

Finesse the fucking world young sl the finesse goat

Said remember everyday popping xans thank God I'm off benzos

Finesse the fucking world young sl the finesse goat