[Verse 1 WhiteBoy] WhiteBoy, My Niggas Stay Flat I Got The Tech, Aiming At Your Neck Fuck Niggas, Get Wet Im Bout To Rob A Bank Fuck That Cash A Check Finesse Gang Got All The Dough Finesse Gang Got All Yall Hoes Tommy Hilfiger, With The Polo Bullets Coming At You Fast Not SloMo Finesse Gang, Well Let You Have It Catch A Nigga In Traffic, Whiteboy Is Savage Ballin Like The Mavericks, Them Guns Are Tragic Play Like Dwight When He Played For The Magic Guns Fully Automatic Shot Your Mans They Gonna Be On Your Facebook Status [Verse 2 Quad] Ok ..... Ok FINESSE, GANG, ENT Thats Who We Be Want Some Work We Leave You Six Feet Deep Never Seen A Back Because Me And My Nigga In The Lead And I Cant Fear A Nigga That I Know Gon Bleed Bouta Hit The Bank And Nigga Cash A Check My Pockets On That Big Green Its Looking Like Shrek Bout To Hit A Lick I Grab That Tech Dont Try To Run You Can Call My Gun A Faucet Cause The Bullets Sink Through Your Lung Then I Meet Your Mother Smack Her Ass Like Ima Reese Catch Your Father Slippin He Gon Hear That 40 BANG Chief Keef Put More Than A Dub On Your Head Watch Your Subs Come In Now All Yall Niggas Dead Now I Look At Your Face On A Poster While Im Laid Back Burning Bread Like A Toaster [Bridge] Shad, What It Do Bob Finesse..... Gang.... ENT [Verse 3 Shad] My Flow Is Darker My Pockets Swollen Soldiers Get Guns Out The Closet Call That Frank Ocean Put Him In The Ocean, Sleeping With The Fishes I Be Water Whippin Yall Cleaning Dishes Make A Trip To The Bank So I Can Cash A Check Tobacco Overdose Put A Hole Up In Your Neck Im Tryna Get A Mercedes Im Tryna Be Famous Drop The Top Off My Car So It Can Be Brainless Stay In The Kiddy Pool Dont Come To The Deep End Shotty Made Him Acrobatic The Way His Whole Body Bend In These Streets We Causing Havoc My Team Is Causing Traffic Put His Body On The Stretcher His Whole Face Is Bandaged This Verse Is Kind Of Dark Its Starting To Feel Creepy If Yall Tryna See Me Yall Needa See In 3D After We Finish With Your Girl We Throw Her Like A Frisbee Uhhh Yeaa.. Strapped Up, No Seat Belt Dont Duck Man Youll Get Wet Send His Dogs To A Vet Send His Dogs To A Vet I Stay With That Green Like, I Was From Boston Bullets Had Your Mans Shaking I Thought He Was Doing The Carlton ShoutOut To Quad Hell Send Yall To Heaven Shoot The 5 7 Make Yall Visit Yall Reverend This Is Not A Diss Song This Is Only A Message
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