Trey Stakkz - Finesse (feat. Jay Ritt)

Yeah, y'all already know how we coming man
Wolf gang shit, finesse be the purpose
Gang

Hold up wait stop, It's Ritt
Being broke shit made me sick forreal
I need to go cop me some wheels, I'm ill
Sick as hell, drip like the seals, the Navy
Putting that shit on my baby, they hate me
But niggas know why cause they shit just don't phase me
I smoke on the niggas I think that I'm faded
Cause nigga I don't hear the shit that you saying

Ness, pull up, don't ride with no vest, they thinking I'm soft put a nigga to test
As long as I'm here bitch I'm banging finesse
As long as you here nigga you just gone flex
They say I don't know bout that struggle but nigga you funny, you never been stuck
Niggas be hustling but still looking bummy bitch nigga shut up, nigga still in mud

A nigga been flexing, had to get humble
Some bees over here black and yellow like bumble
Big seas over here like a nigga be surfing you get it my nigga blue sea like I'm rolling
My nigga I got it, if you want time nigga make a deposit
Timing ain't free I be high like a rocket, bitch turn this shit up, blow this bitch out the socket
Cause this some real shit, preaching like Martin
Cause I had a dream that my spirit been dropping
No flex with the choppa, pain made me be wiser but back to basics bitch that is no problem
Seem like I don't know you, shake hands cause I'm formal
You not one of my niggas, no I do not owe you
They say I ain't gone make it, bitch I am gone show you
Cause when u get money the bitches gone blow you

And that's when you loaded, preceded with the bogus
These niggas be hating cause they lack that focus
No matter you working, these niggas be lurking
Gone eat off my plate and I let them on purpose
A nigga not stingy, the fakeness gone surface
And when u give benjis they still want a surplus
So get off my dick, bitch I'm closing the certain
Finesse in this bitch and finesse be the purpose

Aye they waiting on Stakkz to drop like deposits
I hear all that cap in your rap nigga stop it
Talking my shit, I pop shit just to pop it
Cause they know I'm dope like illegal narcotics
Finessing yo gang I ran off with the profits
If my niggas need it they know that I got it
Soning these niggas my circle the hottest
I'm solid, it's part of my genes like a pocket

They eat up the drip when I drop it
Bop through the mall while my tennis get polish
Thumb through the racks like I'm going through a closet
Focused on paper like finals that's college
I don't speak French but my fits be exotic
Wolf gang the wave ain't no switching the topic
You niggas ain't rapping I preach like prophet
Too much auto tune got you sounding robotic

My side bitch she built like a goddess
Ion care bout your day bitch you still gotta top it
Gripping her head almost pulled off her bonnet
I'm in her guts and you all in her comments
Don't hit me without a deposit
I'm all bout the cake like I'm Betty Crockett
Say you the plug and get pulled out the socket
Since I was thirteen I been playing with rockets

I done been down long enough, now it's time to run it up, gotta go and get a check
Had to make a way for the squad, up next giving shots to my dawgs like vet
Racing to the bag everyday, no stress, swear to god Ian even broke a sweat
If its smoke the we all gon step, no flex, I won't fold on the gang that's a bet

I can't fuck with the opps Ian social
Yo circle look weird that an oval
The stick got a leg so it's mobile
I'll let it ring like a proposal
Wolf gang stamped yea we can go postal
No cap, I'm talking global
I shop without checking the total
Bitch I'm the goat Ian local gang

Written by:
Jaylon Ritter, Tremayne McCrimmon

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