[Intro]

Notorious mobster, Whitey Bulger

(Run that back, West)

[Chorus: Good Finesse]

He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up

I just got some free chip, I just lucked up

These grams heavy, why you think a nigga neck hurt?

I could find it anywhere, bitch, I’m an expert

He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up

I just got some free chip, I just lucked up

These grams heavy, why you think a nigga neck hurt?

I could find it anywhere, bitch, I'm an expert

[Verse 1: Good Finesse]

All these grams on my neck, but I ain’t actin' nothin'

I'm a real smart nigga, don't be actin' dumb

And I always get the bag so I pop my shit

Fifty bands, hundred bands, I be in and out

She playin' games with a nigga, so I kicked hеr out

I be drivin' foreign coupes with thе lights in it

My D’s hit your D’s, don't, it’s an ice difference

2K to 24, that's a big difference

Niggas poppin' hot shit 'til they limbs missin’

These niggas swear they got some money but they penny pinchin'

And I'm steady in the field 'til I see a million

Steady growin' over time 'til I get a trophy

[Chorus: Good Finesse]

He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up

I just got some free chip, I just lucked up

These grams heavy, why you think a nigga neck hurt?

I could find it anywhere, bitch, I'm an expert

He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up

I just got some free chip, I just lucked up

These grams heavy, why you think a nigga neck hurt?

I could find it anywhere, bitch, I'm an expert

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]

My piece and your piece, it's a price difference

Only thing I would be keepin' is my Smith &

The Stincs ain't goin' nowhere, you can stop bitchin'

Them niggas you with look nice as hell, they not vicious

I like good head and bread, bitch, not kisses

I'm the nigga to take your bread, he might kiss you

You got some money, I'ma need to call for a late-night issue

Bitches be blowin' up my phone like "I miss you"

They like, "All that shit on you, nigga, Ralfy, I hope you got tissue"

I was puttin' my long pole all in her denim

She be havin' my song quotes all in her mental

I fuck with the Stinc Team, y'all original

The Plug

[Chorus: Good Finesse]

He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up

I just got some free chip, I just lucked up

These grams heavy, why you think a nigga neck hurt?

I could find it anywhere, bitch, I'm an expert

He was slippin' with that bag, he fucked up

I just got some free chip, I just lucked up

These grams heavy, why you think a nigga neck hurt?

I could find it anywhere, bitch, I'm an expert