Finesse

[Intro: Young JBay] It's Young JBay nigga, still on that trap shit [Chorus: Young JBay] Niggas better watch they bitch I put her on a track On the net, outta state, she gon' send it back Young nigga got them bands really playing with stacks Still slidin' with that mac finessing through the pack [x2] [Verse 1: Young JBay] Better watch your bitch cause I'm on her back Ridin' in this foreign me and my nigga Heck I be on that same shit I'm still in the trap A nigga wanna problem then you know we got dat fully mac I know you heard about me kept it two key Shipped her outta state and every day she sending cheese She come fuck wit me then she gotta have a fee Bitch I ain't your boyfriend, you know I'm no bfe Thumbing through a check but I don't got a job Ain't no money like trap money bitch I'm with the mob Talking money but you broke niggas need to stop I came from kicking doors on the block selling rocks [Verse 2: Mozzy] Bandaids in my denims, nigga Gangland wit my nigga, nigga Stendo on dat nickel, nigga Your car load will get riddled, nigga Lose your life for them fiddles, nigga Shit real in this field Either kill or be killed Shoot first or get shot, nigga Four's up for my block He froze up and got popped She hoe'd up for that guap I ain't even fuck the bitch that's on God Spent eight bucks on that Glock A bandaka for that chop One up top in it ahk Niggas know how I rock Run a play wit dat pack Got a ten stack on my lap Shooter gang on that porch That's how we operate in this trap No lagging no leaking No yapping no speaking Finesse a nigga wit da okie-doke It's tax free that's on jesus [Chorus: Young JBay] Niggas better watch they bitch I put her on a track On the net, outta state, she gon' send it back Young nigga got them bands really playing with stacks Still slidin' with that mac finessing through the pack [x2] [Verse 3: Lil Blood] I send that bitch from coast to coast and then I send her back She come to me I check my trap and then I send her back She love this pimp I'm not a pimp bitch I'm a really a Mac And if he front it, I'm consignment, finessing the pack She say her ex B he got money he really got racks Lil bitch he also on some paperwork really a rat Bitch you keep talking outta turn, bitch you finna get smacked Next time I see you bitch you make sure you gimme my stacks I'm bout to leave you bitch I promise I don't fuck wit fags Bitch gimme cash, stupid bitch, gimme cash Bitch don't make me mad, you gon' make me truck yo ass Stupid ass drunk, gimme my fucking trap, Blood! [Verse 4: Lil AJ] Finessing through the pack I got my money straight Fuck that lil ounce lil nigga, order the whole weight I'm scratching off on her, if she ain't talking chicken I don't want her ass lil bra, you can go and get her I had a mac ten, and I had a mac eleven Mac eleven was too damn big, yeah I had to sell it I told the punk bitch, hit the blade or the neck GFE, boyfriend experience, we about a check Ask around the town, I really get down Eight months for a hammer, lil nigga had to sit down Ice City Money Man, I ain't tell on shit Wanna see my lawyer, lil nigga you can suck my dick! [Chorus: Young JBay] Niggas better watch they bitch I put her on a track On the net, outta state, she gon' send it back Young nigga got them bands really playing with stacks Still slidin' with that mac finessing through the pack [x2] [Verse 5: Joe Blow] Blow, I got a snow bunny and a bunny ranch Shit every time she sends me bands I do the money dance I copped a spot in Carson City and started copping pistols Brand new FN's and every Glock invented This bitch hella weird but love to hand me cheese Thinks she the shit since the ad in Hustler magazine But she knocked another bitch and she brought the fee They know that cash rules, everything around me cream I'm flexing and finessing on these broke bitches And stop talking about your getting it bitch just go get it Your always complaining about something hoe I don't get it And keep talking to them niggas your gon' be broke wit em, fag [Verse 6: Lil Goofy] I be finessing and twisting ask all of my bitches And bet the opposition feel this extension I'm tripping wit lil niggas that don't listen I'm twisting, whoever to get to the chicken Syrup lines and I'm taxing, bloody See me drinking Mountain Dew it's muddy HiTech and my Fanta bloody You can hit the dro but not the juice cuddy McGiver I can sell anything Bitch blow up, back to cocaine When it slow up I get the big thang I strip shit writ to get the rent payed See if he ain't gotta get it You couldn't understand how I'm living I'm a cancer patient, still on probation, and y'all got the nerve to be bitching Niggas testify and got my house hit Musta been my lil nig Lost all my love for you We get out, it is what it is kid Nigga cocked in that field Cause any time shit could get real Want the mills fuck bout the deal So I can kick back and just chill It's Goofy [Chorus: Young JBay] Niggas better watch they bitch I put her on a track On the net, outta state, she gon' send it back Young nigga got them bands really playing with stacks Still slidin' with that mac finessing through the pack [x2]