Lyrics No Mentions - Finatic

Grrahh
Gang, Grrah Grrah
Grrah-Grrah-Grrah
Bow-Bow, Bow Bltt
Grrah-Grrah-Grrah
Bow, Finatic
I'm SoSlimee, Gang
Gang Gang Gang

This gun my rock, Patrick (On Bro-On Bro)
Ramadan clip, have his lil ass fastin' (Rrahh-Rrahh)
Nine with a scope, and the beam a attachment
Leave his ass spiced, now he cooked like cabbage
Street fight, uppercut his ass like Sagat (Sagat)
Fuck GTA, I'll leave you in passive (Passive)
Go opp shoppin', now he in a basket (Basket)
I pull out Sha-naynay, this shit gettin' ratchet (Ratchet)
Get him wiped up, fuck usin' a napkin
Now, they askin' like "what happened"? (What happened?"
Bitch, you better go long
I'm throwin' bullets, like it's Madden (Madden)
Whipped out, she said I'm "packin"
Ass fat, that's a wagon
Bitch, I know some steppers
That would really leave yo' ass flattened

Light his ass up
leave him smoked out, lung disease
Bullets hit his mouth
Let it burn, that's a gum disease
Gun with a wooden handle
Sticks, like some jungle trees
Write a short story
About his life, that's a summary
Nigga, no I'm not ya lil bro'
You ain't sonnin' me
Finatic this, Finatic that
Bitch, you tryna' summon me? (Get off my dick)
Keep sayin' my name, in ya songs
Why you suckin' me? (Suck my dick)
Bangin' at ya top
Lose ya head, if you ain't duckin' me
He jump in that water, he gon sink
Like a submarine
Hallow-tips sharp, get him stabbed
Like I'm Wolverine
Roll up in the wheels, he on skates
Like a roller rink
Dumpin' from the can, pop his top
Like a Cola drink

Niggas stab you in your back and still be smilin' in your face
Tryna' beef over bitches? Boy, you in the fuckin' way
Have his ass in the air fresh, I'ma let it spray
Keep on mentionin' my name
Suck my dick, you fuckin' gay
Gang, Bitch