Never (Gangstafied) Finesse2Tymes (Ft. B.G.)
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[Intro]
(Scalez)
[Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes]
We live in a life of crime (Crime), lies (Lies), deceit (Deceit), disloyalty (Disloyalty)
Fake niggas fucked up the streets with all this poison (Ayy, this fake shit)
Anything pop out (What?), motherfuckers recordin' it (That's crazy)
Broke bitches choicy (Huh?), damn, my mama warned me (Yeah, she told me)
Damn, I should've listened (Shit)
Damn, I should've listened (Fuck)
Three days ago, I found out my young nigga snitchin' (That's crazy)
Takin' care of my kids, baby mama still bitchin' (Bitchin')
Broke niggas trickin', spinnin', fallin' in they feelings
Goin' head first, purse first, ass last
Get the bread first (Let me gеt that)
I'm the boss, I'm the king, I get fеd first (Me)
You run it up, they lock you up, give you a fed shirt (That's fucked up)
That's how the feds work (That's how it go)
We in a lose, lose (Lose) situation, gotta face it (Gotta face it)
Go get your money (Go get it)
You gon' get caught procrastinatin' (For real)
You playin' killer (Stop), but gon' get killed for perpetratin' (For real)
I'll body one of these niggas, but that's just too much information (Can't say that)
Same gang (Same), same niggas, same hitters with me (Same)
Same choppers (Choppers), fuck the feds, got my pistols with me
Do a bid (Do it), never talk, show your paperwork (Shh)
And 'fore you start beefin' with a nigga, get some paper first (Get some paper first)
Fifty K on firearms (On firearms), million in bond money (In bond money)
Don't give a fuck 'bout a show (Why?), I got the bomb comin' (I got the bomb comin')
I'm tryna fuck Megan Thee Stallion (Why?), make her by bottom ho (My bottom ho)
You need to fuck with some pimpin' (With some pimpin')
Come hit the lotto, ho (Come hit the lotto, ho)
I just landed on a private Lear, jumped in a Maybach (Jumped in a Maybach)
Subliminal ass rappers, you don't like me, nigga, say that
They like, "He went to the feds and got back out," that nigga snitchin'
Mad 'cause I got out and ran it up, nigga, quit bitchin' (Bitch-ass nigga)
(Scalez)
[Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes]
We live in a life of crime (Crime), lies (Lies), deceit (Deceit), disloyalty (Disloyalty)
Fake niggas fucked up the streets with all this poison (Ayy, this fake shit)
Anything pop out (What?), motherfuckers recordin' it (That's crazy)
Broke bitches choicy (Huh?), damn, my mama warned me (Yeah, she told me)
Damn, I should've listened (Shit)
Damn, I should've listened (Fuck)
Three days ago, I found out my young nigga snitchin' (That's crazy)
Takin' care of my kids, baby mama still bitchin' (Bitchin')
Broke niggas trickin', spinnin', fallin' in they feelings
Goin' head first, purse first, ass last
Get the bread first (Let me gеt that)
I'm the boss, I'm the king, I get fеd first (Me)
You run it up, they lock you up, give you a fed shirt (That's fucked up)
That's how the feds work (That's how it go)
We in a lose, lose (Lose) situation, gotta face it (Gotta face it)
Go get your money (Go get it)
You gon' get caught procrastinatin' (For real)
You playin' killer (Stop), but gon' get killed for perpetratin' (For real)
I'll body one of these niggas, but that's just too much information (Can't say that)
Same gang (Same), same niggas, same hitters with me (Same)
Same choppers (Choppers), fuck the feds, got my pistols with me
Do a bid (Do it), never talk, show your paperwork (Shh)
And 'fore you start beefin' with a nigga, get some paper first (Get some paper first)
Fifty K on firearms (On firearms), million in bond money (In bond money)
Don't give a fuck 'bout a show (Why?), I got the bomb comin' (I got the bomb comin')
I'm tryna fuck Megan Thee Stallion (Why?), make her by bottom ho (My bottom ho)
You need to fuck with some pimpin' (With some pimpin')
Come hit the lotto, ho (Come hit the lotto, ho)
I just landed on a private Lear, jumped in a Maybach (Jumped in a Maybach)
Subliminal ass rappers, you don't like me, nigga, say that
They like, "He went to the feds and got back out," that nigga snitchin'
Mad 'cause I got out and ran it up, nigga, quit bitchin' (Bitch-ass nigga)
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