Yeah
It's Baby E on the track
Yeah
Sing
Trapping getting old so I've been moving weight
Pigeons in the trunk, I'm on the interstate
Made myself a plug, get it a 100 ways
And I still got the act, you know I love the taste
Spendin' dirty money at the gucci store
******* with them models, eating su******* rolls
She think I'm a rapper, get that groupie love
Baby mama mad, she see me moving up
On to bigger better things, bigger television screens
That I'll never get to see, cus I'm to heavy in these streets
And Imma try to make it all right (Back)
Finessin, finessin I be finessin
Finessin, finessin I be finessin
Finessin, finessin I be finessin
Finessin, finessin I be finessin
Tie you up and make you call your baby mama's phone
Xannies in a plastic bag, call that a sleeping bag
On MLK in a Bugatti, I feel free at last
Percocets, molly and syrup, I got PMS
And I still got that Act, you know I love the taste
And I let her hit the J, and I let her call me bae
And I let her call you back, just to get that out the way
Then she hang up in your face, then I get it on her face
And I teach her how to skate cause I skate, I'm straight...
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Remix, baby
Im up right now, yeah
Mula
Tunechi, Baby E. on the track, yeah
And me I'm on
Kill this beat, I molest it, impressed it
Oh my God I'm finessin'
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin
Finessin', finessin', I be finessin