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one mob - finesse lyrics

it’s young jbay n-gg-, still on that trap shit

[hook: young jbay]
n-gg-s better watch they b-tch i put her on a track
on the net, outta state, she gon’ send it back
young n-gg- got them bands really playing with stacks
still slidin’ with that mac finessing through the pack
[x2]

[verse 1: young jbay]
better watch your b-tch cause i’m on her back
ridin’ in this foreign me and my n-gg- heck
i be on that same shit i’m still in the trap
a n-gg- wanna problem then you know we got dat fully mac
i know you heard about me kept it two key
shipped her outta state and every day she sending cheese
she come f-ck wit me then she gotta have a fee
b-tch i ain’t your boyfriend, you know i’m no bfe
thumbing through a check but i don’t got a job
ain’t no money like trap money b-tch i’m with the mob
talking money but you broke n-gg-s need to stop
i came from kicking doors on the block selling rocks

[verse 2: mozzy]
bandaids in my denims, n-gg-
gangland wit my n-gg-, n-gg-
stendo on dat nickel, n-gg-
your car load will get riddled, n-gg-
lose your life for them fiddles, n-gg-
shit real in this field
either k!ll or be k!lled
shoot first or get shot, n-gg-
four’s up for my block
he froze up and got popped
she hoe’d up for that guap
i ain’t even f-ck the b-tch that’s on god
spent eight bucks on that glock
a bandaka for that chop
one up top in it ahk
n-gg-s know how i rock
run a play wit dat pack
got a ten stack on my lap
shooter gang on that porch
that’s how we operate in this trap
no lagging no leaking
no yapping no speaking
finesse a n-gg- wit da okie-doke
it’s tax free that’s on jesus

[hook]

[verse 3: lil blood]
i send that b-tch from coast to coast and then i send her back
she come to me i check my trap and then i send her back
she love this pimp i’m not a pimp b-tch i’m a really a mac
and if he front it, i’m consignment, finessing the pack
she say her ex b he got money he really got racks
lil b-tch he also on some paperwork really a rat
b-tch you keep talking outta turn, b-tch you finna get smacked
next time i see you b-tch you make sure you gimme my stacks
i’m bout to leave you b-tch i promise i don’t f-ck wit f-gs
b-tch gimme cash, stupid b-tch, gimme cash
b-tch don’t make me mad, you gon’ make me truck yo -ss
stupid -ss drunk, gimme my f-cking trap, blood!

[verse 4: lil aj]
finessing through the pack i got my money straight
f-ck that lil ounce lil n-gg-, order the whole weight
i’m scratching off on her, if she ain’t talking chicken
i don’t want her -ss lil bra, you can go and get her
i had a mac 10, and i had a mac 11
mac 11 was too d-mn big, yeah i had to sell it
i told the punk b-tch, hit the blade or the neck
gfe, boyfriend experience, we about a check
ask around the town, i really get down
eight months for a hammer, lil n-gg- had to sit down
ice city money man, i ain’t tell on shit
wanna see my lawyer, lil n-gg- you can suck my d-ck!

[hook]

[verse 5: joe blow]
blow, i got a snow bunny and a bunny ranch
shit every time she sends me bands i do the money dance
i copped a spot in carson city and started copping pistols
brand new fn’s and every glock invented
this b-tch h-lla weird but love to hand me cheese
thinks she the shit since the ad in hustler magazine
but she knocked another b-tch and she brought the fee
they know that cash rules, everything around me cream
i’m flexing and finessing on these broke b-tches
and stop talking about your getting it b-tch just go get it
your always complaining about something hoe i don’t get it
and keep talking to them n-gg-s your gon’ be broke wit em

[verse 6: lil goofy]
i be finessing and twisting ask all of my b-tches
and bet the opposition feel this extension
i’m tripping wit lil n-gg-s that don’t listen
i’m twisting, whoever to get to the chicken
syrup lines and i’m taxing, bl–dy
see me drinking mountain dew it’s muddy
hitech and my fanta bl–dy
you can hit the dro but not the juice cuddy
mcgiver i can sell anything
b-tch blow up, back to cocaine
when it slow up i get the big thang
i strip shit writ to get the rent payed
see if he ain’t gotta get it
you couldn’t understand how i’m living
i’m a cancer patient, still on probation, and y’all got the nerve to be b-tching
n-gg-s testify and got my house hit
musta been my lil nig
lost all my love for you
we get out, it is what it is kid
n-gg- c-cked in that field
cause any time shit could get real
want the mills f-ck bout the deal
so i can kick back and just chill
it’s goofy

[hook]

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