Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finesse, artist - Young J BayDate of issue: 25.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Finesse |
| Niggas better watch they bitch I put her on a track |
| On the net, outta state, she gon' send it back |
| Young nigga got them bands really playing with stacks |
| Still slidin' with that mac finessing through the pack |
| Better watch your bitch cause I’m on her back |
| Ridin' in this foreign me and my nigga Heck |
| I be on that same shit I’m still in the trap |
| A nigga wanna problem then you know we got dat fully mac |
| I know you heard about me kept it two key |
| Shipped her outta state and every day she sending cheese |
| She come fuck wit me then she gotta have a fee |
| Bitch I ain’t your boyfriend, you know I’m no bfe |
| Thumbing through a check but I don’t got a job |
| Ain’t no money like trap money bitch I’m with the mob |
| Talking money but you broke niggas need to stop |
| I came from kicking doors on the block selling rocks |
| Bandaids in my denims, nigga |
| Gangland wit my nigga, nigga |
| Stendo on dat nickel, nigga |
| Your car load will get riddled, nigga |
| Lose your life for them fiddles, nigga |
| Shit real in this field |
| Either kill or be killed |
| Shoot first or get shot, nigga |
| Four’s up for my block |
| He froze up and got popped |
| She hoe’d up for that guap |
| I ain’t even fuck the bitch that’s on God |
| Spent eight bucks on that Glock |
| A bandaka for that chop |
| One up top in it ahk |
| Niggas know how I rock |
| Run a play wit dat pack |
| Got a ten stack on my lap |
| Shooter gang on that porch |
| That’s how we operate in this trap |
| No lagging no leaking |
| No yapping no speaking |
| Finesse a nigga wit da okie-doke |
| It’s tax free that’s on jesus |
| I send that bitch from coast to coast and then I send her back |
| She come to me I check my trap and then I send her back |
| She love this pimp I’m not a pimp bitch I’m a really a Mac |
| And if he front it, I’m consignment, finessing the pack |
| She say her ex B he got money he really got racks |
| Lil bitch he also on some paperwork really a rat |
| Bitch you keep talking outta turn, bitch you finna get smacked |
| Next time I see you bitch you make sure you gimme my stacks |
| I’m bout to leave you bitch I promise I don’t fuck wit fags |
| Bitch gimme cash, stupid bitch, gimme cash |
| Bitch don’t make me mad, you gon' make me truck yo ass |
| Stupid ass drunk, gimme my fucking trap, Blood! |
| Finessing through the pack I got my money straight |
| Fuck that lil ounce lil nigga, order the whole weight |
| I’m scratching off on her, if she ain’t talking chicken |
| I don’t want her ass lil bra, you can go and get her |
| I had a mac 10, and I had a mac 11 |
| Mac 11 was too damn big, yeah I had to sell it |
| I told the punk bitch, hit the blade or the neck |
| GFE, boyfriend experience, we about a check |
| Ask around the town, I really get down |
| Eight months for a hammer, lil nigga had to sit down |
| Ice City Money Man, I ain’t tell on shit |
| Wanna see my lawyer, lil nigga you can suck my dick! |
| Blow, I got a snow bunny and a bunny ranch |
| Shit every time she sends me bands I do the money dance |
| I copped a spot in Carson City and started copping pistols |
| Brand new FN’s and every Glock invented |
| This bitch hella weird but love to hand me cheese |
| Thinks she the shit since the ad in Hustler magazine |
| But she knocked another bitch and she brought the fee |
| They know that cash rules, everything around me cream |
| I’m flexing and finessing on these broke bitches |
| And stop talking about your getting it bitch just go get it |
| Your always complaining about something hoe I don’t get it |
| And keep talking to them niggas your gon' be broke wit em |
| I be finessing and twisting ask all of my bitches |
| And bet the opposition feel this extension |
| I’m tripping wit lil niggas that don’t listen |
| I’m twisting, whoever to get to the chicken |
| Syrup lines and I’m taxing, bloody |
| See me drinking Mountain Dew it’s muddy |
| HiTech and my Fanta bloody |
| You can hit the dro but not the juice cuddy |
| McGiver I can sell anything |
| Bitch blow up, back to cocaine |
| When it slow up I get the big thang |
| I strip shit writ to get the rent payed |
| See if he ain’t gotta get it |
| You couldn’t understand how I’m living |
| I’m a cancer patient, still on probation, and y’all got the nerve to be bitching |
| Niggas testify and got my house hit |
| Musta been my lil nig |
| Lost all my love for you |
| We get out, it is what it is kid |
| Nigga cocked in that field |
| Cause any time shit could get real |
| Want the mills fuck bout the deal |
| So I can kick back and just chill |
| It’s Goofy |