Finesse, finesse
Finessin' on these hoes
Finesse, finesse
Finessin' every show
Finesse, finesse
Finessin' for this gold
Finesse, finesse
Finesse n' let em' know
Like 1, 2, 3, all bottles on me
I been grinding for this paper that yo ass won't never see
Throw yo hands inside the air if yo cliques mobbin' thru the streets
And if you super turnt up then start finessin on this beat
Like 1, 2, 3, all bottles on me
I been grinding for this paper that yo ass won't never see
Throw yo hands inside the air if yo cliques mobbin' thru the streets
And if you super turnt up then start finessin on this beat
You think Taylor Bennett is an actor
Rapstar fake dreams never had a backup
You follow me on twitter like what are you after?
You wanna take a picture you wanna fuck a rapper
Trynamake it rain like you wanna make a rapture
Shirt off pants off none of that matters
I'm finessin on you stop all the chatter
9boy9boy yeah I'm from Chatham
Finna run a train like split splat splatter
I'm killing these dudes no loops no latter
Shockin' these people like Zeus but better
Ain't no cake like her mix no batter
This ain't no game, my shoots no latter
Always had drive so the coupe ain't matter
Now my girl skinny like my trench no fatter
Tight shirt small skirt yeah I met her
Boy so rich got no manners
Green too strong I'm Bruce gone Banner
Movin' that weight like Tony Montana
She wanna make a movie my clips go bananas
Monster in the sack that's that purple gorilla
Flow so deep like atlantic atlanta
Smirk at the camera drink tropicana
All blue bandana nigga skip your dreams
Nigga pack yo dreams gotta get back on camera
Please excuse my false ass grammar
I'm a faded ass nigga like I'm one of two handles
Lightning green on the black green latern
Finessin' your thoughts in a black bandana
Sound like the 80s is MC Hammer
Finesse on yo TV
Finesse on yo camera
Finesse on this money
Finessin forever
Like 1, 2, 3, all bottles on me
I been grinding for this paper that yo ass won't never see
Throw yo hands inside the air if yo cliques mobbin' thru the streets
And if you super turnt up then start finessin on this beat
Like 1, 2, 3, all bottles on me
I been grinding for this paper that yo ass won't never see
Throw yo hands inside the air if yo cliques mobbin' thru the streets
And if you super turnt up then start finessin on this beat
So, You think Taylor Bennett is a liar
Off the top; Richard Pryor
Burning faces up like the wire
Niggas over here getting blown no wire
I'm off the top when I'm rappin'
Chillin' I'm trappin' ya'll niggas know was happenin'
Coming off the top and these know I'm magic
Like playing, like hoopin' nah them other niggas they stupid
I be off of the top I'm ruthless
All these niggas impossible, Rufus
I be off of the top when I do this
Rappin, So smooth save money nigga team how we do
New tribe niggas and you know it's the crew
Gods on the G.O.D. Wasuu
Bitches say that my pants is true and my bitch is always religion
I'm off of the top and I'm flyer than pigeons
Matter fact eagles, I'm killing these niggas and they ain't even playing ball like the beagles
They benched, and I'm off of the top got a stench
From the square, That I was smoking
Matter fact got me chokin' on the money when I'm spittin'
I Be, motherfuckin in it, Taylor Bennett
Motherfucking menance to society and you know my niggas gon ride with me
So we come up, and we cruising, and they blusing, but they snoozin
Pop out with the uzi what's good?
Tell them niggas that you understand what's hood
I'm a rapper, I'm a singer, I'm a killer, What's a meaner?
What you mean I got a misdemeanor? Fuck your demeanor
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