Ezzy G.O. - Finesse Gang

Try me like a bitch you tried to hold ya nuts on me for why
I was in the trenches wit my nigga we got bricks of Za
Shit Don been so real in that field boys be hitting now
Automatic so it keep spitting
Finesse gang yeah I keep winning
Dilly catch me with them bad hoes I got mad hoes yeah I keep spinning
Finesse a nigga out his damn clothes
He a sambo imma real nigga
Put a little water on the pack not a street Nigga he won't know the difference
Ship the back ion the know the distance
Twin hoes ion know the difference
Yeah Sim say she don't like them hoes touching me
Them hoes is ugly
And she gotta nigga now he mugging me
Like it's my fault she wanna fuck a Gee
Keep mouthwash for these gold teeth
Dental floss and some OG
I ain't showing love to these dope feens
I'm serving the bitch till she OD
Had a dream that she snorted a whole Key
Drugs sell they self let my dawgs free
We some lil niggas that's came from the bottom who just tryna see how the top be
Counting them bricks while you stuck in that cell boy I swear to God shit will get rocky
Now I be making these bops bitch
Don't believe just watch me
Try me like a bitch you tried to hold ya nuts on me for why
I was in the trenches wit my nigga we got bricks of Za
Shit Don been so real in that field boys be hitting now
Automatic so it keep spitting
Finesse gang yeah I keep winning
Gravy train
Thought I was fucking with Ms. Butterworth cuh I keep biscuits
Need to invest in a Popeyes church's or pilgrim my nigga I keep chicken
Don't need a vaccine to suck on my thing
Lil mama you know that I ain't tripping
Went to the hood and his chain missing
Haa told you to think different
These niggas be in the Force business
Me and Rex be in that Porsche Whipping
I prefer be in the couple ainna
4 door then we got some hoes in it
Don't pop the truck it got loads in it
I front a nigga who good business
Tired of stankin my clothes and bending the forks I need me a good chemist
Try me like a bitch you tried to hold ya nuts on me for why
I was in the trenches wit my nigga we got bricks of Za
Shit Don been so real in that field boys be hitting now
Automatic so it keep spitting
Finesse gang yeah I keep winning
Try me like a bitch you tried to hold ya nuts on me for why
I was in the trenches wit my nigga we got bricks of Za
Shit Don been so real in that field boys be hitting now
Automatic so it keep spitting
Finesse gang yeah I keep winning

Written by:
Eric Smith

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