Finer Shit Izaya Tiji

[Part 1]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I like finer shit
And I like designer shit, yeah
Shooters on that shit, bullets in yo body quick, yeah
Maaly rock in that phantom bitch, yeah, yeah
Way too quick to let that camera hit
Talking bout money, I like to ponder it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking bout money, I got my thumb in it, yeah, yeah, yeah
She gon' twerk some for some hunnids, bitch
We like run it up, like ándale

[Part 2]

[Intro]
(Dawn)
Yeah, lets go

[Verse]
I feel like Osama, (Like Osama, yeah)
I know he a goner, (He a goner)
Yeah in that cat, yeah we get fucked up
I don't know what y'all ass on bruh
Oxy done put me in a whole different genre
We might end up wetting his home
The fuck he think he put his hands on
Fucking with me, that boy gamblin'
Turn a nigga to a dead man, turn a nigga to dead fed, (Lets go)
I'ma think I need some Xanax, (Lets go)
I'm being honest, fuck around spin on yo campus, (Lets go)
No more second chances
These nigga life too rancid
She gon' drop her panties
Had to do that damage