Lil Paid - Finger Things (feat. Roug 9)

(Oh my god, who the fuck did this?)
(Ride Out)
(Oouuu Plug Brothers)
Ay' I let the heat bang, you know that ima ride out
The rollie sinking I can't even tell the time na
We was in the deep end, we ballin' it's our time na
Mybad I'm tweakin' took his bitch, and na she mines now
And na I'm seeing the finer things
Busted the bezel in the rollie this shit blinding me yeah
Name ah nigga that's as hot as me
Yeah they always troll my name ta get clout fa free yeah
Ima goat and everybody know
these bitches wanna fuck me I made that bitch fuck my bro
It's brazy 'cause nowadays they fuckin' fa some fame
Don't test me 'cause nowadays ima torch you with the flame
G-lock got ah big drum, body bag get zipped up
Make the opps wanna click up, Plug Brothers it's just us
Ay' we bag 'em up about our chips, just like it's better made
I'm tryin' ta buy ah bigger house, with ah finer made
And na we all ballin' on the block, we prayed fa better days
But all the money in the world can't heal the pain
We was slaving on that block, that bag we made it shake
Like Eddie we posted up, and had ta slang the Kane
Ay' I let the heat bang, you know that ima ride out
The rollie sinking I can't even tell the time na,
We was in the deep end, we ballin' it's our time na
Mybad I'm tweakin' took his bitch, and na she mines now
And na I'm seeing the finer things
Busted the bezel in the rollie this shit blinding me yeah
Name ah nigga that's as hot as me
Yeah they always troll my name ta get clout fa free yeah
You can't name ah nigga in my way, and I ain't walk 'em down
(Fye Fye Fye Fye) .223's that's ah hundred rounds
Or I can getcha gon' ain't gotta move I got money na
And ion fuck with 4 and nem like I'm from the chi
Try one of my brothers, then you know you gon' die
And you ain't gotta worry 'bout yo girl, yeah she fine
Suckin' me off in the S550
Ace of spades on her titties this bitch tryin' ta get litty
She keep smelling in the air she like is that Dior
You fuck with rich niggas foesure
I told her ta give me and P some head, while we on tour
Mhm she like boy you immature
Ay' I let the heat bang, you know that ima ride out
The rollie sinking I can't even tell the time na
We was in the deep end, we ballin' it's our time na
Mybad I'm tweaking took his bitch, and na she mines now
And na I'm seeing the finer things
Busted the bezel in the rollie this shit blinding me yeah
Name ah nigga that's as hot as me
Yeah they always troll my name ta get clout fa free yeah

Written by:
Emmanuel Lyles, Lantz Smith, Nitish Aneerood

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