"FIN" lyrics

Yah trick yah
Make ya bitch say oh my God
Pray 4 peace we want the beef
Now they wanna kumbaya
No I'm 'bout to let it pop
Fuck these rappers, I'm 'a crop
Acting like they need some likes
You ain't that famous, no you not

No you not
Not-not
You more like a bot
Bot-bot
Bitch we let it rock
Rock-rock
That's why we at the top
That's where you'll never be
Lil bitch it's P4P
Been known to make it hot
That-That's what you'll never be

You might see me on yo screen
Like I'm playing for the heat
I'm 'a buy a Gucci belt
That's shared between the three of me
And that's me, myself and I
Send the cash up in the sky
Let it go just like a bird
I been known to let it fly
You know that I am a killa
It's gamble-rap militia
Was born to be a winner
Bring me vodka with the spritzer

We only tote banana clips
Bitch I'm a gorilla
On my body, it's your shawty, fur on me like a chinchilla
Who want smoke like cigarillo
Knock you out just like a pillow
Why they always pillow-talkin'
When they know I pack a pistol

I'm 'a set the record straight
Y'all some pussies, I can kill 'em
Bitch ain't none of it funny
I'm aimin', I'm gunning
I wanted the smoke
Bitch I'm countin' my skrilla

Uh

Get it cracking a racket I stack it on my own
Pray 4 peace in action attacking I'm laughing at these clones
Y'all so funny bitch
Your head what I bash into a pulp
Pray 4-Pray 4 peace
I'm leaving them praying like the pope
Bitch

You know what the fuck goin' on, man
At the big six
If you made it this far
Hopefully
Congratulations
I'm proud of you
Pray for peace or get your shit gunned down
I already told you
Holy motherfuckin' shit
Big shout-out to Gamble Rap Radio
Gamble Rap Radio
All but motherfuckin' 6
Gamble Rap Militia
Pray for peace