Finest Of Things II Lyrics

Gotta get me a big-ass chain

And a nice-ass whip

I'mma fuck up the dash in that bitch

On the freeway, I really be drifting

Damn

Call up the guys, they gon' blitz 'em

Bet I back out the chop and he fled

I catch a opp, I beat him 'til he what?

Nigga, I said what I said

I catch a opp, I beat him 'til he dead

I'mma make it, I know Momma worried

Call up Brody, he slide in a hurry

Thought I told 'em I'm chasing the dream

Get the fuck out my face if it ain't bout the green

Let me fuck, I'mma leave that bitch shaking

No, I can't eat it, lil' bitch, I'm Jamaican

Ain't gonna hop in a V if it don't got a tint

Brody tote, you can tell by the limp

For the niggas who speak on my name

I started this shit, stay up in your lane

Said I want me a Beemer, bitch

Off the wock got me leaning and shit

Let me fuck, got her screaming and shit

Take a pic, she deleting that shit

Shawty thought she was keeping that shit

This bitch snuck a flick while I'm sleeping and shit

Ayo Moosey, go clap that bitch

Matty be buggin', don't crash that whip

No two seat, three hoes in the back

Splee in my hand, got the blick on my lap

Since a youngin', been tryna get rich

I was only 14, tryna load up the bit

Tryna punch a nigga in his shit

Ain't here for discussions, bitch, you could get hit

Bitch, I rap what I see with my eyes

They speak on my name, these niggas telling lies

Do the dash in a G37

Told Brody, keep clicking, send 'em right to heaven

Said I want me the finest of things

I want me a milli, diamonds on the rings

Brody be stuffing the grip in my Mackage

Got a hundred racks under the mattress

Gotta get to the breesh

Gotta get to the breesh

Do the dash in a G37

Told Brody, keep clicking, send 'em right to heaven

Gang

Glah

Gotta get to the breesh

Gotta get to the breesh

Brody be stuffing the grip in my Mackage

Got a hundred racks under the mattress

AMG, nigga, we speeding, she give me top in a... Okay

Big-ass chain

With a nice-ass whip

I'mma mess up the dash in that bitch

On the freeway, I really be drifting

Damn

Call up the guys, they gon' blitz 'em

Bet I back out the chop and he fled

I catch a opp, I beat him 'til he what?

Nigga, I said what I said

I catch an opp, I beat him 'til he dead