Finesse Trey - Till the End Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Swear these n***a be shite, and these bitches ain't right
Get him gone, he outta sight, she f*cked me outta spite
She think I'm valentine, now I know I'm Halloween

Pop up like a genie, still on weenie, post it with them things
Turn them to smithereens, blood all over the scene
Cappin, we see the caption, what's crackin', lil' bro, what's happenin'
Pop up in a n***a dream, send a blitz, not playin' Madden

Steady watchin' all the madness, he just let that chopper sing
I keep it cool how I'm post to my n***a
Bring that pressure to his throat and watch him throw up his liver
Body shakin', blood gushin', trap rollin', got it pumpin

Body shakin', blood gushin', trap rollin', got it pumpin
Ayy, real winners, might take some L's
Losers might get a win, spend on him and his friend
Bust his top like a pen, lil' bitch just sent the pin

Caught that shit through the wind, catch him slippin' ourselves on the ground
Let's double back spin around, chop up the block, break it down
Now he can't make a sound
Chop up the block, break it down

Now he can't make a sound
Chop up the block, break it down
Now he can't make a sound
Chop up the block, break it down

Now he can't make a sound
Money on my mind, cause I'm focused on the paper route
Real hustlers gone grind, if they really tryna make it out
Everybody on the sound but they don't wanna put the effort in

So, I'm yellin', f*ck a friend, I got my people til the end
Money on my mind, cause I'm focused on the paper route
Real hustlers gone grind, if they really tryna make it out
Everybody on the sound but they don't wanna put the effort in

So, I'm yellin', f*ck a friend, I got my people til the end