Big Boss Finesse - Off the Top

Hit from the back
Ima' dig in her
Big finesse got her ass playing my twister
Twisting turning switching positions
Gotta' couple bands stuffed in my denim
If I call bro he bring wig splitters Chopper spit niggas get disfigured
Onna glock added a…
We some dogs like some pit niggas
Ayy
Ay
Finesse
(Damn JayBird merch that's you)
Ayy
Ay
Ayy
Ay
Ay
Niggas know big finesse
He really with that shit
I got the boas in
Just come get the shit
Niggas know we got it
So why you asking bitch?
And if you acting crazy
You gone catch some shit
My niggas we get to the money
All blues love the hundreds
Now she want me in her stomach
Just cause she see the money
I don't even do that stuntin
Young nigga had the trap jumpin
I'm not a rapper dummy
Don't get confused little homie
They copy want to clone me
Glock 24 like it's kobe
Say you a….
Say you a…
Run up we get opponents
Niggas know we is on it
GMG we get money
Spend this shit like it's nothin
Ain't money change the subject
You niggas just get crumbs
Niggas broke as fuck
Need to step it up
Got the glizzy tuck
Nena walk with us
And I'm lookin like some bands
That's why she wanna fuck
Put some ….
That'll get you touched
And I'm rollin up these woods with exotic stuffed
Shorty talm bout she love me
Man I don't trust
Cause where yo ass was at?
When I was fucked up
Hit a block then we gone spin again
We got choppers for many men
We giving smoke to any men
Pop out and blow won't see em again
I'm blowin exotic all in the wind
Young nigga finessed his way to win
Pop out in that expensive shit
With some savage
Whatever we with it bitch

Written by:
Joshua Harvey

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