Finish Line (feat. loadedJ3)

Yeah I stack triple Run up the profit young nigga was born to shine Nigga want beef and I catch him he got to die I'm with the gang I don't f*ck with the other side Call up my twin and we load up we about to slide I got some niggas they banging they throwing five Young nigga stay down I swear I been on the grind I'm serving Js like I work at the finish line These niggas broke and they lost they don't know the time I'm stepping first and them thirties gone walk behind Busting that stick at his top I'm a leave him blind Come get your bitch the little hoe trying to f*ck the guys I'm taking trips taking flights trying to catch a vibe Switch on the Glock and I spark it I kill for mine Think that he running them bullets gone hit his spine Put this shit on and these hoes say a nigga fly Hang with them niggas that really be upping fire I get them racks and I make this bitch multiply Empty the clip through the window I upped that score that shit wasn't accidental I count these big racks a nigga count little Little bitch she tell she can say I'm a real one Young nigga geeked off these beans I stack triple Yeah I stack triple Come to the door and I'm clutching that trigger I hope that they free that boy Tex that's my nigga Been shopping balling I feel like a center I drop a op ain't nobody gone miss him Thinking it's sweet sending shots out the rental Slime my boy out wipe your nose like some tissue And that clip long that bitch look like a limo F*ck the bitch all night shawty like a nympho Watching out for twelve nigga hit them with the rico I just dropped an exotic bag off to the migo Hundred rounds nigga gone die before I reload He don't want smoke nigga looking like a Newport Nigga look green then I'm sliming his folk Hang with them niggas that really be upping fire Hang with them niggas that really be upping fire Run up the profit young nigga was born to shine Nigga want beef and I catch him he got to die I'm with the gang I don't f*ck with the other side Call up my twin and we load up we about to slide I got some niggas they banging they throwing five Young nigga stay down I swear I been on the grind I'm serving Js like I work at the finish line These niggas broke and they lost they don't know the time I'm stepping first and them thirties gone walk behind Busting that stick at his top I'm a leave him blind Come get your bitch the little hoe trying to f*ck the guys I'm taking trips taking flights trying to catch a vibe Switch on the Glock and I spark it I kill for mine Think that he running them bullets gone hit his spine Hang with them niggas that really be upping fire We two fire in the club because I f*ck with two hoes We got them bags we ain't serving no ohs Niggas just mad because we riding that Rolls Man a nigga might get whacked we ain't saving no soul Boy these bitches be going I already know Nigga I got some money they know it for sure Niggas be funny they don't even know we was fucking his bitch we was sliming his hoe We on the interstate going two-hundred these niggas better get them some racks Man these niggas getting tracked we got them shooters they know where you at A nigga run in get trapped a nigga run out I'm a get a new sack We walk in Lenox with the strap we in Gucci got them bags Yeah run up the profit young nigga was born to shine Nigga want beef and I catch him he got to die I'm with the gang I don't f*ck with the other side Call up my twin and we load up we about to slide I got some niggas they banging they throwing five Young nigga stay down I swear I been on the grind I'm serving Js like I work at the finish line These niggas broke and they lost they don't know the time I'm stepping first and them thirties gone walk behind Busting that stick at his top I'm a leave him blind Come get your bitch the little hoe trying to f*ck the guys I'm taking trips taking flights trying to catch a vibe Switch on the Glock and I spark it I kill for mine Think that he running them bullets gone hit his spine Put this shit on and these hoes say a nigga fly Yeah I stack triple