
Price Differnce Good Finesse (Ft. Ralfy the Plug)
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[Intro]
Notorious mobster, Whitey Buldger
(Run that back, West)
[Chorus: Good Finesse]
He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a nigga neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, bitch, I’m an expert
He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a nigga neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, bitch, I'm an expert
[Verse 1: Good Finesse]
All these grams on my neck, but I ain’t actin' nothin'
I'm a real smart nigga, don't be actin' dumb
And I always get the bag so I pop my shit
Fifty bands, hundred bands, I be in and out
She playin' games with a nigga, so I kicked hеr out
I be drivin' foreign coupes with thе lights in it
My D’s hit your D’s, don't, it’s an ice difference
2K to 24, that's a big difference
Niggas poppin' hot shit 'til they limbs missin’
These niggas swear they got some money but they penny pinchin'
And I'm steady in the field 'til I see a million
Steady growin' over time 'til I get a trophy
Notorious mobster, Whitey Buldger
(Run that back, West)
[Chorus: Good Finesse]
He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a nigga neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, bitch, I’m an expert
He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a nigga neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, bitch, I'm an expert
[Verse 1: Good Finesse]
All these grams on my neck, but I ain’t actin' nothin'
I'm a real smart nigga, don't be actin' dumb
And I always get the bag so I pop my shit
Fifty bands, hundred bands, I be in and out
She playin' games with a nigga, so I kicked hеr out
I be drivin' foreign coupes with thе lights in it
My D’s hit your D’s, don't, it’s an ice difference
2K to 24, that's a big difference
Niggas poppin' hot shit 'til they limbs missin’
These niggas swear they got some money but they penny pinchin'
And I'm steady in the field 'til I see a million
Steady growin' over time 'til I get a trophy
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