Finesse - Young J Bay, Mozzy, Lil Blood

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