Текст песни Quintana Pt. 2 - Travis Scott

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

Walked in this b-, 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 n- wasn't getting me high (that dope)
Oh, no-no, oh, no-no-no-no-no-no

Stack on black as True Religion (straight up)
This that sh- that keep you geekin' (that dope)
I done f- me 'round five bad b- 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

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'
Been on that -, 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

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