[Intro]
Please don't get me wrong
I do bad all on my own
Sometimes I don't trust myself
Got no heart my conscious gone
Yeah
So don't get finessed
Don't get finessed my nigga
Don't get finessed
Don't get finessed my nigga
Don't get finessed
Don't get finessed my nigga
Don't get finessed
[Verse 1]
Flexing, I keep on flexing
I'm just finessing
Dope shit
I'm on my glo shit
I need a blessing
She wants me
I'm out the country
Her flight domestic
She cuffing, she want a husband
Don't get arrested
I'm wavy
Super wavy
My life in HD
Lately, I been in stunt mode
I know they hate me
Chase me, this money chase me
It won't escape me
Head shots, I'm talking red dots
Click off the safety
Woah
Mi' less oh Mi' less
Zedis Lapedis my chick from Zenon
Please let me turn my 3D on
You TD that's Deion
Bitch my whole life is in Neon
Eons away from you pee-on's
Hoe that's infinite beyond
That money sexy to me right now
Come and fuck me right now
Ooh my bank teller turn me on
Plus I don't move like these niggas
I don't have trouble getting plays or views like these niggas
Bitch I be working from sun up to sun up to sun up
No excuse to use on these niggas
Imma stack a rack
A ten, a milli after that
And start acting brand new on these niggas
I might put Yung Shoes on these niggas
We might team up and run the two on two's on these niggas
Bitch who are these niggas
They not me
Polo socks and my drawers Versace
Nigga nigga, I don't fuck with niggas Nazi
Well well
Look how fucked up you got me
El chapo, papi
Let me set the scene so you know what's good with me
58 58, 12 12 skinnies
And I protect my son with the semi
Like King Jaffe
Bitch, do you even got a plan
You always at the club
Bitch, do you even got a man
I just keep it solid from the jump
Bitch, do you even understand
I just mix the molly with the xan
Karate chop dope, Jackie Chan
Whipping up a brick, Ricky Tan
Hoody down, hopping out the van
Bitch I'm feeling just like Diddy
Imma show you how to make a band
Woah woah woah woah
Don't run up
No no no no
I got some niggas that drill
For the low low low low
They'll let it blow woah woah woah
If I say go go go go
I need like two bands a show
Tell that promoter to run me my dough woah woah woah
Pronto fasho
Imma be wavy for life
And that's word to my bro woah woah woah