Текст песни Finessin' - Jd Ballin

Finessin' I get me a bag
Young nigga he run up the racks
My city know me thats a fact
Im finna go put my who team on the map
Lil' shorty she arching her back
You know she gone give it up for a stack
Nigga we hit it up then we pass
And if she can't get it up then we dash
I wake up think bout the baccend
Buzzy rollin up throw me a pack in
Now she all on my dick cause I'm rapping
TTG you know we never lacking
YGH in the vid we be active
Pull it out and she tell me go back in
Imma get to this breesh niggas actin
I finesse me a bag bring the racks in

I be the topic
Finesse me a body
Man they see my shit work so they copy
Nigga gone drop he sorry
Its a jungle who ready for war now
Butterfly I aint putting the doors down
If they throw me the rock imma score now
Money hungry aint keeping me board now
Get it I handle it
Im never panicking
All my ice it be froze like a mannequin
Niggas watching my bread who my mans again
And these niggas don't sleep out here
You can't ever be weak out here
Yea thats a fact, fendi
I'm on my grind till i pull out the bentley
Niggas they all on my body they envy
Nigga you dumb, silly
And I'm finna cop me a milli uh
Its either get left or get with me uh
It really be cold out here
Nigga grab you a bubble its chilly uh
Know the real niggas they finna feel me uh
Its a dying breed there aint to many uh

Finessin' I get me a bag
Young nigga he run up the racks
My city know me thats a fact
Im finna go put my who team on the map
Lil' shorty she arching her back
You know she gone give it up for a stack
Nigga we hit it up then we pass
And if she can't get it up then we dash
I wake up think bout the baccend
Buzzy rollin up throw me a pack in
Now she all on my dick cause I'm rapping
TTG you know we never lacking
YGH in the vid we be active
Pull it out and she tell me go back in
Imma get to this breesh niggas actin
I finesse me a bag bring the racks in

I don't need nobody
I aint here for no one
I aint gone be sorry
Finesse me a bag to I glow up
Stack up the bands
This for my fam
Everyone in my city they tryna be the man
Free my niggas locked up got my bro in the can
Everything I could do you can't tell me I can't
Lil shorty she hitting my phone like she need
This shit for the fittest you niggas to weak
Im up in the morning I ain't get no sleep
We out to the stu then I hop on the beat
Im bout the cheddar
Yea I'm with whatever
I pull up on you double G on the sweater
I only get better
No time for a error
Applying that pressure
My nigga can't let up
Big talk, man I feel like Im chosen
Drip talk, I might drip like the ocean
Motivated man I gotta stay focused
Get bread, I can't go through the motions
Grinding finessin
Everyday gotta count up my blessing
I won't till I turn to a legend
On my mom imma bring me a check in

Finessin' I get me a bag
Young nigga he run up the racks
My city know me thats a fact
Im finna go put my who team on the map
Lil' shorty she arching her back
You know she gone give it up for a stack
Nigga we hit it up then we pass
And if she can't get it up then we dash
I wake up think bout the baccend
Buzzy rollin up throw me a pack in
Now she all on my dick cause I'm rapping
TTG you know we never lacking
YGH in the vid we be active
Pull it out and she tell me go back in
Imma get to this breesh niggas actin
I finesse me a bag bring the racks in