Finesse (Remix) BossMan Dlow (Ft. GloRilla)
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[Intro: BossMan Dlow]
Nigga, yeah, yeah
Big Za
(Gentle Beatz)
Nigga, nigga
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Beep-beep-beep), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)
I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Beep-beep-beep), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)
I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)
[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
I 'member breakin' into houses, okay, where the cameras at? (Where they at?)
Now I got like thirty G's stuffed inside a fanny pack (Racks, nigga)
Plug threw a nine-piece, okay, bet, I'ma handle that (I'ma get it done)
You ain't keep it P? Okay, bet, stand on that (Stand on that)
All these designer clothes, I look like a damn booster (Haha)
Hundred in a sixty, fuck state troopers (Fuck 'em)
Phone chirpin' in the mornin', bae, we roosters
Them niggas ain't ballin', bae, we hoopers (Splash)
Huh? Bae, we D1 (Yeah)
We ain't worried 'bout nothin', bae, I got funds (Yeah)
Re-up on some— yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Re-up on some— shh, hit the trap, get it done (Nigga)
Nigga, yeah, yeah
Big Za
(Gentle Beatz)
Nigga, nigga
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Beep-beep-beep), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)
I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Beep-beep-beep), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)
I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)
[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
I 'member breakin' into houses, okay, where the cameras at? (Where they at?)
Now I got like thirty G's stuffed inside a fanny pack (Racks, nigga)
Plug threw a nine-piece, okay, bet, I'ma handle that (I'ma get it done)
You ain't keep it P? Okay, bet, stand on that (Stand on that)
All these designer clothes, I look like a damn booster (Haha)
Hundred in a sixty, fuck state troopers (Fuck 'em)
Phone chirpin' in the mornin', bae, we roosters
Them niggas ain't ballin', bae, we hoopers (Splash)
Huh? Bae, we D1 (Yeah)
We ain't worried 'bout nothin', bae, I got funds (Yeah)
Re-up on some— yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Re-up on some— shh, hit the trap, get it done (Nigga)
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