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DY Krazy Man, this sound like that first and the third shit D. Hill (Pluto) Skrrt, skrrt Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go) Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?) Finessin' and trappin', yeah Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' Finessin' and trappin', yeah Finessin' and trappin', woah Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah) Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah) First and the third, it roll (Woah) Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo) Thumb through that sack when I count up that check Like I'm playin' three dice, I'm breakin' the bank Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads Secret department, it's strapped with the pole Step in designer, they zipped up Japanese bitches from Hong Kong Letras de cancionesMakin' my digits, I'm long gone Pitchin' them chickens like John Smoltz Hit on that thot, she say bravo Serve out the spot, I'm gettin' nachos Turbo, I smash out on po-po Ain't no tint on the Maybach, a fish bowl Movin' narcotics with pink toes Had to go buy me a mink coat Cook up a key and whip up a key, ain't talkin' piano Came from the streets, got on my feet, and hopped in a Lambo' I had a plug before I got a buzz, I bought me a bando I'm on the drugs and I'm on that mud, I count up two hundo Fuck all them duds, ain't no one to trust, you gotta let your gun go I told you mob shit, gon' pop shit for Lil Marlo Blatt, blatt Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go) Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?) Finessin' and trappin', yeah Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' Finessin' and trappin', yeah Finessin' and trappin', woah Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah) Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah) Three-point-five for the low (Woo) Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo) Thumb through that sack when I count up that check Like I'm playin' three dice, I'm breakin' the bank Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads First and third, we rollin' I jump in the deuce and I make this shit jump to a four, nigga I get these bitches for low Long live Mexico, D comin' straight off the boat And I'm stackin' these bricks up and servin' a hundred Got me whippin that work and I'm cookin' that order I ain't know that was your duck But I hit it once, psych, fucked her for brunch and lunch Want the plug send a thousand bags, give it a month Only want the fishscale, give me that dope Eight years old when I jumped off the porch By the time I was ten, nigga gave me the ropes By twelve years old, I'm the baby lil' G.O.A.T. Nigga fourteen, fuckin' on grown-up hoes When I come to your place, gotta know I'm on go And I only use the stove when I'm whippin' that dope Gotta free J-Rock I seen that J hit a rock to the face And I bought me a nine, whip the nine with the bang Tote load in from behind, nigga, I move the yay Young nigga kickin' that dope, uh I'm rockin' all white like I'm a pope And I'm still a young nigga, but I give you some hope (Young) Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go) Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?) Finessin' and trappin', yeah Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' Finessin' and trappin', yeah Finessin' and trappin', woah Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah) Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah) Three-point-five for the low (Woo) Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo) Thumb through that sack when I count up that check Like I'm playin' three dice, I'm breakin' the bank Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads Lamborghini Baby, I'm turnt I don't want the bitch, she burnt I was gettin' money back then, ask whoever Million dollar spots, on God, had several Now I'm booked up, you can check my schedule Swear I ain't regular, two hundred racks for these shows I used to package the 'bows He get finessed if he go Uppin' the strap if he don't First and the third, every day on my phone We put them packs in the zone Run through the 6 with this shit I took a risk to get rich Me and Marlo on the highway He go his way, I go my way You can smell it from the driveway Fuck the neighbors, they can call 'em Hope my country boy get all 'em We ride through traffic tomorrow Get a condo for the guala Did the impossible, I used to drive an Impala Still riding 'round with that chopper That's how I gotta be, I don't see nobody stoppin' me I'm at the pent', ain't nobody on top of me Still in the hood, I feel like it's a part of me I ran it up, I made it out of poverty Is you proud of me? Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go) Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?) Finessin' and trappin', yeah Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' Finessin' and trappin', yeah Finessin' and trappin', woah Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah) Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah) Three-point-five for the low (Woo) Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo) Thumb through that sack when I count up that check Like I'm playin' three dice, I'm breakin' the bank Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads From Letras Mania