Lyrics Quintana Pt. 2 - Travis Scott

I'm finessin', finessin' (straight up)
I came up a hundred bands a week, straight up finessin' (La Flame)

Walked in this bitch, I just got through finessin' designer (straight up)
Oh my God, it's no rental, gold plated, no need to remind you
Robbed my plug, that nigga wasn't getting me high (that dope)
Oh, no-no, oh, no-no-no-no-no-no-no

Stack on black as True Religion (straight up)
This that shit that keep you geekin' (that dope)
I done fucked me 'round five bad bitches this morning (La Flame)
And I ain't goin' back unless they horny (oh, no)
Oh, no-no, oh, no-no-no-no-no-no-no

Finessin', finessin' (straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin' (that dope)
I came up a hundred band a week straight up finessin' (straight up, straight up)

I came up a hundred band a week straight up finessin' (finessin')
Been on that weed, with my team
Rolling with my team, yeah, they all finessin'

How high?
Tell me, why she wanna leave me? She used me to get high
Oh, she used me to get higher, higher, higher
So tell me, why she wanna leave me? (Me)
Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

As the days go on, the southern region of our national anthem
The quest for La Flame, this journey
It's the last days