Big Boss Finesse - Talk My Shit 2

Finesse
Uh
Car start bitch I'm in a new V'
Hop in and Ima' slide on Keke
They watchin' me like TV'
Opps some fans they really want to be me
In this shit we knee deep
Trying to swim not trying be six feet
Big dog they let me off the leash
Chris Paul I'm ballin' like CP3
Stepped on that shit you sellin' weak
His head on we get em' gone in a week
Put bread on em' talkin' a couple G's
Dead homie we slide through with Double d's
Chasin' money run it up I can't sleep
I need a hundred and nigga that's at least
Get the bussin' let it bang like chief keef
Nena fussin' she gone gon' head clear the streets
Put em' under then we slide off in a Jeep
Feel the thunder bitch I'm ballin' for OKC
Got a problem?
Bitch step to me
Get turned to some weed
Roll em' up in a leaf
In the sky where he be
Let's talk about cheese
No we don't leach
And do shit for free
Just D' at the T'
And made a little 3
Your bitch gone agree
That she want me
Ain't duckin' no beef
Just duckin' police
I'm gettin' this green
And standing on B'
Your bitch on her knees
She suckin' my D'
And after I nut I tell a bitch leave
I'm back booted up just say what you need
If you try us we grippin' and squeezing
V sittin' on dubs not talkin' a Jetta
Niggas wanna be us they can't do better
I got a visa it came in the letter
We totin' them G-locks
I use to tote Barettas
And the block gettin' hot
We just slid on the opps
We gone send a couple shots
And I'm back gettin' Guap
Trying to get to the top
These niggas gone flop
But I am not
We got the Za's
Nigga come shop
Come get this shit
Ayy young nigga talk yo shit
Left his top smokin' no chimney
Good luck Charlie not talkin' no Disney
She say she gone I let her be
She comin' back like I threw a frisbee
Niggas it's on we send the heat
We playin O' we not playing no more D'
Get the drumming know we gone clear the scene
Smokin' onion this shit is musty
We get violent when it's bout' money
We like slidin' a score is a guarantee
Niggas hidin' they put up in quarantine
And I'm ridin' four five on my purple jeans
Like Riley I'm with the Og's
Who buddy? He say he know me
I'm gettin' money can't stop
And I'm gettin' hot lil nigga just watch
Ayy
Fuckin' on yo' bitch a lot
She givin' me top
And then I pass her your way
And we got the drop
For the opps
Yea we know where they stay
You gone here a pop
We take off tops
We got em' gone today
On gang
Ayy
Gang
Just talk my shit
Motherfuckers know how I'm coming
Ayy
Finesse

Written by:
Joshua Harvey

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