The Finesse Y2

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I was sliding down I-35
Choppa in my lap my black and mild in my mouth
If I don't get that mail then it's murda on my mind
I'm just out here with the gang this bitch keep bangin my line

I'm trill
That's how a nigga feel
I'm trill
That's how a nigga feel
I'm trill
That's how a nigga feel
I'm trill
That's how a nigga feel

Dismiss this bitch wit the quickness
Lil drip like yo dishes in the kitchen
I just switched up on my plug
Too many glitches
Big ass kid I'm still shittin on these niggas
I ain't Sza but my shit be hittin different
I'm just thinkin new Mercedes wit the switches
Need that check to look like cell phone number digits
Niggas think I worship satan all these sixes

Pop a lil bean gon pop a lil ting
Gon pop a lil freak gon drop a lil lean
Pop a lil bean gon pop a lil ting
Gon pop a lil freak gon drop a lil lean
Pop a lil bean gon pop a lil ting
Gon pop a lil freak gon drop a lil lean
Pop a lil bean gon pop a lil ting
Gon pop a lil freak gon drop a lil lean

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