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finesse gang - darker (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: whiteboy]

whiteboy, my n-ggas stay flat
i got the tech, aiming at your neck
f-ck n-ggas, get wet
im bout to rob a bank (f-ck 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 slo-mo
finesse gang, we’ll let you have it
catch a n-gga 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
f-i-n-e-s-s-e, g-a-n-g, e-n-t
that’s who we be
want some work we leave you six feet deep
never seen a back because me and my n-gga in the lead
and i can’t fear a n-gga that i know gon’ bleed
bouta’ hit the bank and n-gga cash a check
my pockets on that big green its
looking like shrek
bout to hit a l!ck i grab that tech don’t try to run
you can call my gun a faucet cause the bullets sink through your lung
then i meet your mother smack her -ss 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 n-ggas 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…. e-n-t

[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
don’t 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 3-d
after we finish with your girl we throw her like a frisbee

uhhh yeaa..

strapped up, no seat belt
dont duck man you’ll 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
shout-out to quad
he’ll send yall to heaven
shoot the 5 7
make yall visit yall reverend
this is not a diss song
this is only a message

- finesse gang lyrics

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