Finatic - SSBLK 2

Aye, Aye, Gang Gang
Blttt, Gang, Aye
Bow, Aye Aye Aye
Gang, Finatic
I'm So Slimee, Gang Gang
Gang, Gang Gang
Gang Gang Gang
Gang
Put the gun to his neck, I'ma give him a tie
I'm tryna' bang at his house
But I don't want to hit no kids, so I'ma just spy
Niggas gon' keep wolfin', till they get hit
Thats why I don't reply
We could get shit poppin', spark ya block up
Like the Fourth of July
I'm a YoungBoy, I got to keep a Draco with me
I got buildin' clips, you gon' think I got some Legos with me
Let the clip go, like deleted scenes Fuck therapy, I be havin' demon dreams
Shots tap his head, like a blinker They went thru his eyes, then he couldn't blinker
Like, let the bullets tear his heart
Call that shit, a bad breakup
Knock his headline back, damn that's a bad shape up
Hallows fill his heart, that's a sign that they love him
I ain't poppin' percs
My trigger finger itchin', when I'm clutchin'
The bullets gon' squirt out the gun, like lotion
He swimming with sharks, if he jump in that ocean
And We in the field, you know that we throwin'
These bullets be flyin', we keep it in motion
I'm a bad ass boy on the beat, I'ma goin'
Bitch, I ain't finna knock, but you know I'ma go in
Call me Lil Doomut, I'll blow off her sew in
Throw on the forces, he thought it was snowin'
I'm steppin' on niggas, if we do a standoff
I'm tossin these bullets, bitch I ain't doin' handoffs
Caught lil' bro on the Ave, but he ran off
I'ma make the gun bounce, and these bullets gon' dance off
Bitch, don't try to work it, that shit get you smacked up
These hallows like belts, he finna get wacked up
The shots do a call, he can't get his back up
Whoopin' on state, now they callin' for backup
Gang, Bitch
Gang
Gang Gang Gang
Slimee, Slimee
Slimee, Slimee, Gang Gang

Written by:
Abdullah Bey

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