GrimeyFinesse - couple mo

In the party, jubi-ju I see opp, I got get busy
In the trap, duckin' feds, pushin scores gettin' izzy
Gettin' to the money, fuck the beef, I want the chili
Fresh out the pen, got smoked when
this shit's gettin' tricky
Bounce out the whip, I get to shootin' till he fall
I ain't even know I hit him, til' I seen the nigga drop
You niggas be for fake, bitch, I'm rappin' bout my life
I was bad as fuck at school broke the window with a knife
And it's free, Bear, my lil' nigga known for blistin', niggas
You can catch me posted in the 5ths or in the villas, nigga
And I got the fully on my purse, I'm really with it, nigga
Trippin' with lil Jaaybo, slap the 30 on the smithin' nigga
Tryna play it cool, he sent it lo, but now I'm trippin', nigga
Fuck that nigga Kyler turned the killer to a victim, nigga
I don't smoke paper, I'm a cuzzo, smokin thrax
Cuddy sent the lo, we pullin' up like, where you at
Maj ass smoked, Dub ass smoked,
The plug half-smoked, tryna play him like a ho
When I'm in the field, I ain't hangin' with no hoes
Grimey wanna spin, so I'm callin' up the bros
We got Buddha in the driver, we in the back with five poles
I wanna pass the ball, but this on me, told brother, no
Talkin' like he with it, put a tag up on his toes
Oh, you really bout it till this knife up to your throat
I'm just playin', nigga
Already sold five, now I'm tryna sell a couple more
Don't like to talk to niggas after dark, but the Glock'll blow
How you a rapper, lil' nigga never did no shows
Niggas steady cappin' in they raps and they actions show it
Don't call me over if you gettin' beat, I don't do heroics
You sayin' that you got it, I pull up, nigga, now I own it
How you don't know Finesse, lil' bitch, I'm a fuckin' poet
Know how your story end
dead nigga, I'm the one who wrote it

Written by:
FJ Al

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