"Finesse" lyrics

"Finesse"

Nigga, yeah, nigga
Big Za
(Gentle Beatz)
Nigga, nigga

I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)
I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)
I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)

I remember breakin' into houses, okay, where the cameras at? (Where they at?)
Now I got like thirty G's stuffed inside a fanny pack
Plug threw a nine-piece, okay, bet, I'ma handle that
You ain't keep it P? Okay, bet, stand on that
All these designer clothes, I look like a damn booster
Hunnid in a sixty, fuck a state trooper
Phone chirpin' in the mornin', bae, we roosters
Them niggas ain't ballin', bae, we hoopers
Huh? Bae, we D1 (Yeah)
We ain't worried 'bout nothin', bae, I got funds (Yeah)
Reup on some- yeah, yeah
Reup on some- shh, hit the trap, get it done

I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)
I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)
I can make the dope stretch, I can teach finesse (Finesse)
And I'm 'bout my check (Big, big, big), you better come correct (Come correct)
These hoes stay choosin' (Huh?), trap straight boomin' (Yeah)
I'm a pack mover (Yeah), I'm a weight loser (Yeah)

I can make the dope stretch
And I'm 'bout my check
Trap straight boomin'
Them niggas ain't ballin', bae, we hoopers
I can teach finesse
You better come correct
Trap straight boomin'
I'm a weight loser


Writer(s): Daniel Schnabel, Devante McCreary
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