Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finesse Out The Gang Way, artist - Lil Durk. Date of issue: 05.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Finesse Out The Gang Way |
| I came from nothin', I had to go get it |
| I had to finesse out the gang way (Gang way) |
| I done did everything for the niggas that I love |
| Who stuck in the chain gang (Chain gang) |
| Shit be so real, I’m steady watchin' all the niggas who yellin' out, «Gang, |
| gang» (Gang, gang) |
| Shit be so different, I’m watchin' the niggas who busy but yellin' out, «Bang, |
| bang» (Bang, bang) |
| Roll up a blunt on that Pluto |
| Used to be deep now I’m riding 'round uno |
| I know some niggas who hustlin' but quit 'cause they was doin' this shit for |
| too long |
| I remember niggas feelin' like brothers but now this shit feel like a group home |
| And I had told 'em I love 'em so much to me it felt you can’t do wrong |
| I was trappin' out inside of my granny crib, I was servin' with two phones |
| I remember tellin' judges, «Don't know where the Patek is», now it’s two-tone |
| The money make the world spin (Spin, oh) |
| The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh) |
| Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh) |
| Who would ever thought that I’d win? |
| (Win, oh) |
| Ask 'em why they sellin' food stamp |
| I done grabbed a Urus on some cool shit |
| I’ma get it on my own, when I felt alone |
| I remember feelin' useless |
| I remember servin' to the cool kids |
| Twin got a.30, like a pool stick |
| Why you think the murders turn to news clip |
| When a nigga die, when his family cry |
| They’ll swear to God that he ain’t do shit |
| I remember niggas bein' goofy |
| Spendin' their last money on the Gucci |
| He just got fly just to get in some coochie |
| Went to jail, ride around with a goofy |
| I can actually say I’m feelin' like money |
| I remember riding 'round with the hunnids |
| Had twin with me ridin' with hunnids |
| Gucci bag, double fifty, one hunnids |
| Super motivated, come from a dungeon |
| Like, why you call a dungeon the trenches? |
| It don’t matter 'cause I’m bringin' my niggas |
| Why you fall out with me just for attention? |
| Niggas die when they pop up in my mentions |
| Had the realest nigga tear you |
| Took a Perc' and it got me in my feelings (Got me in my feelings) |
| The money make the world spin (Spin, oh) |
| The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh) |
| Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh) |
| Who would ever thought that I’d win? |
| (Win, oh) |
| The money make the world spin (Spin, oh) |
| The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh) |
| Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh) |
| Who would ever thought that I’d win? |
| (Win, oh) |
| Man I’ve been trappin' since 2007 |
| My momma was strugglin', I had to help |
| From juvenile to the penitentiary, I’m better |
| I’m happy to say I got it together |
| Fifty-three percent of these niggas feminine |
| I am not a ganster I am a gentleman |
| We the ones that handle murders like business |
| Postin' money on the 'Gram, I invented that |
| I done came a long way from the middleman |
| I got |
| Cullinan |
| I done gave a thousand bowls to my brother them |
| Shit get serious when them bodies start comin' up |
| I put the key on the Urus and diggin' now |
| Told my baby mama we need a bigger house |
| I’m too real, cut this shit out and figure out |
| Got one foot in the streets, tryna pull it out |
| Keep it lowkey, she ain’t runnin' her mouth (Mouth) |
| She don’t ever want me to pull out |
| I run it up to |
| from my house |
| I’m rockin' clothes I can’t even pronounce |
| Fuck the pandemic, I love me a drought |
| I ran it up in this motherfucker |
| Three hunnid shots, that’s enough in this motherfucker |
| Only The Family, it’s us in this motherfucker, gang shit |
| The money make the world spin (Spin, oh) |
| The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh) |
| Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh) |
| Who would ever thought that I’d win? |
| (Win, oh) |
| The money make the world spin (Spin, oh) |
| The money make the girls grin (Grin, oh) |
| Been rapper since 2010 (Ten, oh) |
| Who would ever thought that I’d win? |
| (Win, oh) |