Finatic - Breesh

Gang, Aye Gang
Blttt, Aye Bow
Aye Aye Aye, Gang
Gang, Finatic Im SoSlimee
Gang Gang, Gang Gang
Gang, Gang Gang
Gang, Gang
We kick thru the door for the breesh, shots gon hit, lay him out like a sheet
Running his mouth, he gon' run with his feet, swear to god if he fall, I'ma put him to sleep
Man, fuck headphones, I'm givin' out beats, the drum started kickin' it's makin' a beat
Better pay up that dough, ain't shit comin' free, bitch I'm gettin' hot like 100 degrees
Hop in the wheels now we havin' a race, I been on that bag the bank I chase
Bitch, I'm on a drive, you tryna' test me you gon' pass away
Catch him lackin', I'ma blow out his brain, damn put him in a ally way
Bullets done wet him, I made it rain, now it's a cloudy day
Doomut my Slime and he steppin' fasho', say that they "love me" I know it's a show
Me and my killers be steppin' toes, Better stay in ya lane or we checkin' you hoe
Throw on my swag and I bet you they love it, she got a fat booty you know I'ma fuck it
I pop me a shark, why the fuck would I truck it?, and I'm keepin' the fourty you know I'ma clutch it
If I give you my trust, don't prove me wrong
I ain't takin' no shorts, this clip to long
And bitch, I ain't dumb, I just play along
This shit punchin', it hit like a bong
Don't get caught, somewhere you don't belong
Clip tall in the gun, thats where it be long
The uzi gon' sing, when I'm playin' the songs
Got hit in the leg, I'm still standin' strong
I spit more fire than Dhalsim, hop out hawk him down like a falcon
Shootin' my shot, shit water fountain
On top of these niggas, I'm not climbin' mountains
Fuck pouring a cup, we gon' drink out the gallon
She love how I'm dressin', bitch, I ain't italian
Got kness like Megan, she ride like a Stallion
They keep talkin' shit, these niggas be stallin'
Look, these niggas don't really want it
I'm sendin' hallows, duck ya pumpkin
She gimme' the mop, so I guess I'm the bucket
Like, that lil' bitch gon' suck it
Fuck it, aim at his can, pop it, crush it
His shit leakin', open, gushin'
Goofy niggas, I don't trust em'
Hit his head, we gon' bust it
Nigga, I just be chillin'
I'm goin' bananas, these bullets be peelin'
Kick thru his home, and I shoot up his ceiling
He look like a beverage, his blood keep spillin'
Shits go thru his chest, let it bleed thru the thermal
They burned up his torso, that's a infernal
Gun make his ass dance, he doin' rehearsal
He beef with the gang, he gon get universals
Gang, Bitch
Look, these niggas don't really want it
I'm sendin' hallows, duck ya pumpkin
She gimme' the mop, so I guess I'm the bucket
Like, that lil' bitch gon' suck it
Fuck it, aim at his can, pop it, crush it
His shit leakin', open, gushin'
Goofy niggas, I don't trust em'
Hit his head, we gon' bust it
Gang, Bitch

Written by:
Abdullah Bey

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