Finest 2

[Intro]
Ghosty
Bitches don't love me, feds don't trust me
Both wanna fuck me, still they gon' cuff me
Big up my back road junkies
They keep scoring in the keeper like jumpy
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Bitches don't love me, feds don't trust me
Both wanna fuck me, still they gon' cuff me
On the block, doin' sales like Gumtree
'019, I was slidin' up country
Big up my back road junkies
They keep scoring in the keeper like jumpy
Bro-bro got bagged for a M
'Cause they done my man on a Friday funky
Bitches don't love me, feds don't trust me
Both wanna fuck me, still they gon' cuff me
On the block, doin' sales like Gumtree
'019, I was slidin' up country
Big up my back road junkies
They keep scoring in the keeper like jumpy
Bro-bro got bagged for a M
'Cause they done my man on a Friday funky

[Verse 1]
One-two-five in three double-O
[?] no face, try make a man bop
Lean and bop won't stop till I pop that smoke with hopes that a nigga gets pops, when
Bro, set the handting, mad ting, tryna get everyone got, through
Same man got the block opp, bro, give me that drop, bro, take that off
These **** be gettin' me be pissed
They know I'm a well known [?], from that Bleyblade ting when I let that rip
Sweet, no, welcome to the party, cute and naughty, tryna take dick
She tryna play boy like Carti, no Milly Rock ting, I can't trust that bitch
Trapped and bang, you know that's a básico
Meus niggas são presos por tráfico, tático, tive que ganhar o novo hábito
I wanna be rich, não quero ter um final trágico
No meu block nunca 'tive estático
Always up and down, tryna run from the man in blue
Trap and rap, qual será o mais prático?
I've been doing [?] só quero money rápido
(I've been doing [?] só quero money rápido)

[Chorus]
Bitches don't love me, feds don't trust me
Both wanna fuck me, still they gon' cuff me
On the block, doin' sales like Gumtree
'019, I was slidin' up country
Big up my back road junkies
They keep scoring in the keeper like jumpy
Bro-bro got bagged for a M
'Cause they done my man on a Friday funky
Bitches don't love me, feds don't trust me
Both wanna fuck me, still they gon' cuff me
On the block, doin' sales like Gumtree
'019, I was slidin' up country
Big up my back road junkies
They keep scoring in the keeper like jumpy
Bro-bro got bagged for a M
'Cause they done my man on a Friday funky

[Verse 2]
Bro done my man on a Friday funky
If bro slaps on from a hand ting, it's a mad ting, leave the man there plankin'
'016 when I went on a ride, true say that day, gang ended up slappin', tappin'
Don't give corn for the cappin'
Numerous stabs, a man cap, don't trap, but won't state no facts, all them men there actin'
But a man still traps, out till late tryna get to morn'
Bro, don't wanna see me pop them doors
Man ran a man down tryna get man bored
No way, I'm swingin' my sword
Man slapped this ****, tryna send him lord
Bro, are you really ready for war?
Them things they do, already done it before
Them─ Them things they do, already done it before
Pamodi nha mano ez txaman di rotina
Tudo dia na kel fucking rootz, só ta puxa [brooks?], dentu, yo, di eskina
Podi atxano dentu di [BX?] junto ku nha rapiz, kela é nha familia
Enton, nigga, eu tenho ki dar nha speed, I'm tryna make Ps ke pa muda nha vida

[Chorus]
Bitches don't love me, feds don't trust me
Both wanna fuck me, still they gon' cuff me
On the block, doin' sales like Gumtree
'019, I was slidin' up country
Big up my back road junkies
They keep scoring in the keeper like jumpy
Bro-bro got bagged for a M
'Cause they done my man on a Friday funky
Bitches don't love me, feds don't trust me
Both wanna fuck me, still they gon' cuff me
On the block, doin' sales like Gumtree
'019, I was slidin' up country
Big up my back road junkies
They keep scoring in the keeper like jumpy
Bro-bro got bagged for a M
'Cause they done my man on a Friday funky