Finesse. - Alphabetical Metal (feat. Trxgedy)

Bitch you better stay at the bottom
That's where you came from
Claiming you hanging with killers
But you couldn't name one
Claiming your banging
Until It's aiming at your face huh
Alphabetical metal is hanging
On my waist bruh
Bitch you better stay at the bottom
That's where you came from
Claiming you hanging with killers
But you know you ain't one
Claiming your banging until
It's aiming at your face huh
Tell them It's murder 187 was the case yeah

Treat this music like Tina
I'll show you how to beat it right, Fuck it
It's nothing I get to bussin
I don't need a mic
I got the devil inside of me
Bitch I don't need to write
I got the heat on my body
So I don't need a light
All these bitches musty and dusty
I like the diva type
Your bitch she's all on me
And she want's me
See he don't beat it right
Tell me she baddie
But she ain't caddy
Off a g of white
Tell me she classy
But she get sassy
We gonna see tonight

Bitch you better stay at the bottom
That's where you came from
Claiming you hanging with killers
But you couldn't name one
Claiming your banging
Until It's aiming at your face huh
Alphabetical metal is hanging
On my waist bruh
Bitch you better stay at the bottom
That's where you came from
Claiming you hanging with killers
But you know you ain't one
Claiming your banging until
It's aiming at your face huh
Tell them It's murder 187 was the case yeah

I've been steady dropping and popping
That's how I do with it
I've been doing this for so damn long
No I ain't new with it
Talk about it
I'll rap about it
By like in two minutes
If I'm honest no problem off the top
I'm a fool with it
Get the party started I'm on it
She's rocking new denim
Pour another up in the club
That's how we do business
And there ain't no stopping
No promise until we do finish
Don't know what to call it
They thought I got it
I do yeah now

Bitch you better stay at the bottom
That's where you came from
Claiming you hanging with killers
But you couldn't name one
Claiming your banging
Until it's aiming at your face huh
Alphabetical metal is hanging
On my waist bruh
Bitch you better stay at the bottom
That's where you came from
Claiming you hanging with killers
But you know you ain't one
Claiming your banging until
It's aiming at your face huh
Tell them it's murder 187 was the case yeah

Written by:
Jake Cook, Lakota Lane

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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