18 ft. Finesse. Lyrics

Lit no stylist

You know I'm from the island

Shit we wilding

You know I stay profiling

I ain't feel this lit since I was eighteen

I ain't been this lit since I was eighteen

I need nine rings just like Beijing

And all my girls got spice like cajun

OOOooohhh

All my denim they capital

Money on my mind write in capital

You ain't hot you need to stop all this capping though

Like they tryna find your house you capping though

Gryffindor, Slytherin, different bitch let me in

African Indian

Pakistani girl make me biryani

I'm a shooter so I pull out the tommy

Keeping the peace I'm feeling like Gandhi

Thirsty motherfuckers sipping Dasani

Yea, yea, yea, yea

They saying a lot I ain't really hear none

Yea, yea, yea, yea

She matching my shoes I don't really say none

Yea, yea, yea, yea

I stay in her mind I don't really pay none

Dare a motherfucker to say something

Can't go without my day ones

I'm in queens with the army yea

I know that they can not harm me yea

Look in the mirror I'm proud of ya

I need penthouse with cartier

I need penthouse with cartier

Look at my opps its barley fair

Big body my Benz I eat a lot

Hometown hero I'm Jeter Ya

Ooohhhh

All of my denim undercover

That was your girl she under my covers

Superbad girl call her Mclovin yea

I ain't been this high since 16

Yea I flip this pack like I was 16

They can try their best they can't be this clean

I do it best, I'm talking pristine

Three fingers up hope they just need to read between

I'm just smoking that weed she just sip lean

I'm doing me, I won't repent, don't really care

You in your feelings, I'm in my bag

I'm moving vicious

The racks stay coming in, so I throw it in the air yea

Throw it in the air yea, throw it in the air

Lit no stylist

You know I'm from the island

Shit we wilding

You know I stay profiling

I ain't feel this lit since I was eighteen

I ain't been this lit since I was eighteen

I need 9 rings just like Beijing

And All my girls got spice like cajun

OOOooohhh