| DY Krazy
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| Man, this sound like that first and the third shit
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| D. Hill (Pluto)
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| Skrrt, skrrt
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| Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go)
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?)
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| Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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| Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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| Finessin' and trappin', woah
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| Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah)
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| Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
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| First and the third, it roll (Woah)
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| Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo)
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| Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
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| Like I’m playin' three dice, I’m breakin' the bank
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| Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose
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| Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads
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| Secret department, it’s strapped with the pole
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| Step in designer, they zipped up
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| Japanese bitches from Hong Kong
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| Makin' my digits, I’m long gone
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| Pitchin' them chickens like John Smoltz
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| Hit on that thot, she say bravo
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| Serve out the spot, I’m gettin' nachos
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| Turbo, I smash out on po-po
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| Ain’t no tint on the Maybach, a fishbowl
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| Movin' narcotics with pink toes
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| Had to go buy me a mink coat
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| Cook up a key and whip up a key, ain’t talkin' piano
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| Came from the streets, got on my feet, and hopped in a Lambo'
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| I had a plug before I got a buzz, I bought me a bando
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| I’m on the drugs and I’m on that mud, I count up two hundo
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| Fuck all them duds, ain’t no one to trust, you gotta let your gun go
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| I told you mob shit, gon' pop shit for Lil Marlo
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| Blatt, blatt
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| Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go)
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?)
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| Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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| Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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| Finessin' and trappin', woah
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| Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah)
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| Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
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| Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
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| Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo)
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| Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
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| Like I’m playin' three dice, I’m breakin' the bank
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| Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose
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| Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads
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| First and third, we rollin'
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| I jump in the deuce and I make this shit jump to a four, nigga
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| I get these bitches for low
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| Long live Mexico, D comin' straight off the boat
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| And I’m stackin' these bricks up and servin' a hundred
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| Got me whippin' that work and I’m cookin' that order
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| I ain’t know that was your daughter
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| But I hit it once, psych, fucked her for brunch and lunch
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| Want the plug send a thousand bags, give it a month
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| Only want the fishscale, give me that dope
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| Eight years old when I jumped off the porch
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| By the time I was ten, nigga gave me the ropes
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| By twelve years old, I’m the baby lil' G.O.A.T.
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| Nigga fourteen, fuckin' on grown-up hoes
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| When I come to your place, gotta know I’m on go
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| And I only use the stove when I’m whippin' that dope
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| Gotta free J-Rock
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| I seen that J hit a rock to the face
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| And I bought me a nine, whip the nine with the bang
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| Tote load in from behind, nigga, I move the yay
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| Young nigga kickin' that dope, uh
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| I’m rockin' all white like I’m a pope
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| And I’m still a young nigga, but I give you some hope (Young)
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| Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go)
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?)
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| Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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| Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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| Finessin' and trappin', woah
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| Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah)
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| Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
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| Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
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| Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo)
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| Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
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| Like I’m playin' three dice, I’m breakin' the bank
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| Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose
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| Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads
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| Lamborghini Baby, I’m turnt
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| I don’t want the bitch, she burnt |
| I was gettin' money back then, ask whoever
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| Million dollar spots, on God, had several
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| Now I’m booked up, you can check my schedule
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| Swear I ain’t regular, two hundred racks for these shows
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| I used to package the 'bows
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| He get finessed if he go
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| Uppin' the strap if he don’t
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| First and the third, every day on my phone
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| We put them packs in the zone
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| Run through the 6 with this shit
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| I took a risk to get rich
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| Me and Marlo on the highway
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| He go his way, I go my way
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| You can smell it from the driveway
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| Fuck the neighbors, they can call 'em
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| Hope my country boy get all 'em
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| We ride through traffic tomorrow
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| Get a condo for the guala
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| Did the impossible, I used to drive an Impala
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| Still riding 'round with that chopper
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| That’s how I gotta be, I don’t see nobody stoppin' me
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| I’m at the pent', ain’t nobody on top of me
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| Still in the hood, I feel like it’s a part of me
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| I ran it up, I made it out of poverty
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| Is you proud of me?
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| Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (Let's go)
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin' (What we doing?)
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| Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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| Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
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| Finessin' and trappin', yeah
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| Finessin' and trappin', woah
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| Drinkin' on lean by the four (Woah)
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| Anywhere I go, I glow (Woah)
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| Three-point-five for the low (Woo)
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| Junkies, they beatin' down the door (Woo)
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| Thumb through that sack when I count up that check
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| Like I’m playin' three dice, I’m breakin' the bank
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| Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose
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| Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads |