[Intro]
Finesse
Ay pipe up hoodrixh

[Chorus]
He tryna be like me I know it
I put the Tec in his mouth, told him blow it
Said you got guns nigga come and show it
I get the touchdown how I throw it
I'm on the court nigga making threes
You in the court telling on your team
I got an FN with a beam
I got money far as I could see
I don't give a fuck, I see a opp, tell em what's up
I'm finna fuck, all on your bitch, all in her guts
I'm in the SRT going 263 I'm nuts, damn
They wanna copy my swag but they know my shit untouched

[Verse 1: K2Finesse]
Wock or the Tris, I can't decide
You niggas stay, switching sides
He said he got sticks, he lied
That boy think he hard, he fried
Last nigga talking that shit, he died
Heard his mom all damn night, she cried
I'm in the big body whipping Y
Said he want smoke nigga come and try
Said he want smoke come and meet the gang
He gon pull up come and meet the gang
I make like 10 racks everyday
Shipping the pack straight out the state
Tried to ride on my wave you late
Tried to ride on my wave you a fan
Exotic cookies it came straight from Japan
Ask your bitch she gon know who I am
Way too fast, SRT, I'm gon crash, ah
I wake up, I get guap, I get cash, damn
You try to run, I send shots, at your ass, okay
He want smoke, up the stick, I'm gon blast, damn
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