Mirz - Finesse Lyrics

I done finessed I done, hopped out on the crest
Swingin, thru niccas upset
Wrist, cotton candy sunset
Brodie got big kush on deck
I blew an eighth back thru the roof
Go get ya play back smokin boof
These niccas day trap ain't the truth
I bring the plate back run it through
I done, hopped out on the crest
Swingin, thru niccas upset
Wrist, cotton candy sunset
Brodie got big kush on deck
I blew an eighth back thru the roof
Go get ya play back smokin boof
These niccas day trap ain't the truth
I bring the plate back run it through

Aye, quick finesse when i shoot i got too much at stake
Way too much time but it's not for the hate on my way from the bottom to be with the greats
I got the sauce, steaks
Fiji dripping she on voss, lakes
Touchdown randy moss, freight
Weight loss got it off, movin like Ross aye
Gloss paint, been shinin from the city lil bitch
Ridin round bangin old M shout out Major invader i cater my wrist
Blowing flavors got a plate with a zip
28 and I'm late than a bitch, I'm taking a trip
Purple vine pullin grape from the stem
Diamond mind coming straight from the gem
By design Ima tank with a fin
Crypto god out the water
Fish tales from the border
Grind time pig slaughter
5/0 almost caught up
You broke and need pick to the ball up
Ain't prepared to talk solution to problems them situations can't get brought up

I done finessed I done, hopped out on the crest
Swingin, thru niccas upset
Wrist, cotton candy sunset
Brodie got big kush on deck
I blew an eighth back thru the roof
Go get ya play back smokin boof
These niccas day trap ain't the truth
I bring the plate back run it through
I done, hopped out on the crest
Swingin, thru niccas upset
Wrist, cotton candy sunsetq
Brodie got big kush on deck
I blew an eighth back thru the roof
Go get ya play back smokin boof
These niccas day trap ain't the truth
I bring the plate back run it through

I run that check up finesse a finesser
25 lighters on top of the dresser
28 grams what I'm burning that pressure
Quit with that flexin you niccas don't measure
Rain man money dance with the weather my game plan make a bank need new levels
Young nicca from the city new rebel
Quarter pack my trey design came on schedule
City boy on max, roll thrax no tax
BDS on facts, CVS on wax, a pharmacy I spit crack
Dope boys in the front, feds post in the back
Nose closed for the rats, clothes swole from the strap, gun bulge on my lap aye
My niccas trap aye
Flint stone the pack, aye, fruity pebble got a batch, aye
Cookie burnin spillin wax, cake
Wrist turban got it wrapped, paste
Bic turning got it latched, safe
Switch click it detach, case
Dumb niccas turning rats hate
Upgraded from the trap, days
Runnin round used to lap, plays
Grams on me like I'm nominated
Mixing flavors smoke conglomerated
HNIC that's Obama changes
A wrap in the bitch like a tarnished bracelet
When you from where I'm from stack or starve in Dayton
Play ya part and make it I finesse

I done finessed I done, hopped out on the crest
Swingin, thru niccas upset
Wrist, cotton candy sunset
Brodie got big kush on deck
I blew an eighth back thru the roof
Go get ya play back smokin boof
These niccas day trap ain't the truth
I bring the plate back run it through
I done, hopped out on the crest
Swingin, thru niccas upset
Wrist, cotton candy sunset
Brodie got big kush on deck
I blew an eighth back thru the roof
Go get ya play back smokin boof
These niccas day trap ain't the truth
I bring the plate back run it through