[Intro: Finesse2Tymes]
(Bang, bang, choo-choo train, let me see you do your thing) Finesse, two of 'em
(Will, what that is?) Ayy
Them shots got to poppin', I ran out (Avo)
Them shots got to poppin', you ran out
Ayy (XO think he all that), Finesse, two of 'em
[Chorus: Finesse2Tymes]
Gotta watch where I'm goin' now (Where I'm goin' now)
She used to be perfect, but shawty some hoin' now (She a ho now)
I was stuck in a cell, when it rains, it pours (Pours), well, I guess it's pourin' now (Pourin' now)
Moved my mama out Camelot, she in a better spot
Went and bought five them Hitler Glocks (Got Hitler's straps)
Got za in a pickle jar (Pickle jar), four hundred fifty shots (Fifty shots)
Bitch, you know that's a rental car
[Verse 1: Finesse2Tymes]
Quit offerin' me favors, I'm straight, I don't want 'еm
When I was locked down for a year 'causе corona ('Cause corona)
You ain't fuck with me, I peep your persona (Peep your persona)
They won't do a verse, niggas want me to front 'em (Want me to front 'em)
Know I'm the dope like that Ricky Ross nigga (Ricky Ross nigga)
He just got money, that boy ain't no killer
'Cause you sent a hit, that don't make you a hitter
You gon' meet karma, pull up on this Sprinter
The bitch just got wet, ate my D through the zipper (Dick through the zipper)
Pull it straight out, go lay up with your niggas (Lay up, nigga)
Twenty-some racks for a Louis V comforter just 'cause niggas slept on me like a pillow (Me like a pillow)
I wanna hear 'bout what happened back when
I'm back and better, goin' at it again (I'm at it again)
Couldn't believe all the hate I was seein' (Seein')
My homecomin', got up under they skin (Up under they skin)
Ooh, we killin' 'em (I'm killin' 'em)
Everything that I do, gotta see some residuals
Say they gon' kill me, that's typical (That's typical)
Pull up on him in person and check that boy temperature (What you wanna do?)
I went and got it, no handout (No handout)
These lil' rap niggas really be fanned out (Fan niggas)
When them shots got to poppin', you ran out (Ran out)
When them shots got to poppin', I ran out (I ran out, nigga)
[Chorus: Finesse2Tymes]
Gotta watch where I'm goin' now (I'm goin' now)
She used to be perfect, but shawty some hoin' now (A ho now)
I was stuck in a cell, when it rains, it pours (Crazy), well, I guess it's pourin' now (It's pourin' now)
Moved my mama out Camelot, she in a better spot
Went and bought five them Hitler Glocks (Got Hitler's straps)
Got za in a pickle jar (Pickle jar), four hundred fifty shots (Fifty shots)
Bitch, you know that's a rental car
[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Back-to-back foreigns, I whip down and shitted (Back foreigns, yeah)
Play, watch how quick I'ma whip out and hit it (Whip out and—)
Went got a pound of that swag for two hundred
Got some OG and mixed that with the midget
I'll fuck 'round and sell that shit back to myself
Shit, I done already mixed this shit so everybody gettin' it
I'll come pick the ho, I'll hit both of 'em
Them shots got to poppin', I left off some more of 'em (What we doin'?)
Scary nigga, I'ma be the same way when they bury niggas
I'll fuck around, switch that shit up like Finesse and ask three or four hoes to get married with me (P)
She askin' me why the fuck I ain't got no bae, 'cause the Fireman don't play, I be very picky (Bitch)
She used to be flat chested back in the day 'til she turned herself up, bought a par of titties (Yeah)
This lil' ARP got a pair of titties (Huh)
This Glock 17 got a box and a titty on it (Yeah)
She said that she'll pull my dick out right here
Show all her friends how she really want it
When them shots went off, you got the fuck out of dodge
My whip still sittin' outside, I don't even use my garage
I don't know shit about when dude ass got robbed
I wasn't stuntin' that shit, I was doin' my job, pussy
[Chorus: Finesse2Tymes & DaBaby]
Gotta watch where I'm goin' now (I'm goin' now)
She used to be perfect, but shawty some hoin' now (A ho)
I was stuck in a cell, when it rains, it pours (Crazy), well, I guess it's pourin' now (Bitch)
Moved my mama out Camelot, she in a better spot
Went and bought five them Hitler Glocks (Huh)
Got za in a pickle jar (Pickle jar), four hundred fifty shots (Fifty shots)
Bitch, you know that's a rental car (A rental)
