jimmy yitty - finesse demons lyrics
[intro]
yeah
yitty season
[chorus]
gotta move smart ‘cuz my demons finessing
i’m with the gang, i don’t need no protection
spin your block like john cena’s old necklace
sodi got something to prove so he’s reckless
sending me videos toting a weapon
smoking on cali, sipping on texas
shoot up your block, send you a message
“keep on shooting dawg”
my slime is relentless
black suburban, n+gga this ain’t no lexus
short a n+gga 7 grams, tell him “stretch it’
tell him to holla at flacco for pressure
high heat, i need to keep all my extras
17 with the 38 special
devil tryna stop the glow i won’t let you
tryna cop blow my sodi will bless you
[verse 1]
i’m with that white girl its nothing s+xual
these b+tches stupid i’m an intellectual
long as i live, a threat is perpetual
f+ck the opps my n+gga aim’s impeccable
finish ’em off and then order prosecco
p+ss on your grave i’m mad disrespectful
i’m in thunder bay we drove in a rental
serving the dog, i don’t work in no kennel
run a train on that b+tch
“should i give her my presto”
she asked for uber black
i said “heck no”
kick her out
but i’m keeping her neck tho
lyrically i’m on a whole different
you can have the clout
i want the bankroll
3 stripe everywhere but my ankle
i be on the block
the one where you can’t go
[chorus]
gotta move smart ‘cuz my demons finessing
i’m with the gang, i don’t need no protection
spin your block like john cena’s old necklace
sodi got something to prove so he’s reckless
sending me videos toting a weapon
smoking on cali, sipping on texas
shoot up your block, send you a message
“keep on shooting dawg”
my slime is relentless
black suburban, n+gga this ain’t no lexus
short a n+gga 7 grams, tell him “stretch it’
tell him to holla at flacco for pressure
high heat, i need to keep all my extras
17 with the 38 special
devil tryna stop the glow i won’t let you
tryna cop blow my sodi will bless you
[verse 2]
you talk too much, who you tryna finesse
i did it before, who you tryna impress
i only f+ck b+tches that come from the west
ball in new york like i play for the nets
drop an album
then sammi’s next
she hear “kiki”
her panties wet
sodi keep it
in his f+nny pack
certain places
where he can be at
no
i won’t tell a soul
oh, who do you trust
never thought id make it out
when i was in a rut
these rappers maybelline mafia
but i can’t make this up
of course we popping
baby girl we here to shake it up
sodi
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