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Art of war
Finesse
(Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha)

They tried to treat me like Peewee (Literally)

They gon´ put this shit on repeat (They gon´ run it back)
Pull up to the club with so many gangsters, niggas thought I was a GD (A boss player)
Five poppin´, six poppin´ (What´s poppin´?)
Quarter mil´, all profit (A profit)
Four pockets full, I fuck with Lil Baby, but I need six pockets (Let´s get that)

We in the mall with sticks and Glocks ´cause it can go down like anywhere (Like right now)
I´m fuckin´ your bitch from the back, her pussy was tight, so I was like get in there (Get in there)
I drip like it´s tax time, Louis V belt wrapped around my MAC-9 (Hlrrt)
FNG the clan, like Aryan Nations, we don´t give a fuck about black lives

They thought they left me behind, I caught up and passed ´em, clean as a vacuum
She on my dick like a Magnum, FOA, gotta fuck on arrival
Niggas throw slick shots, we got big shots, we choosin´ big locks
??? at my rich pops with a big thot, rollin´ up out a Ziploc
I told the team, "Let´s eat up" (Let´s eat up), we jump on the stage, get beat up (Get )
Them Glocks got titties, C-cups (C-cups)
I´m dope, the streets wanna reup
I´m what they waitin´ on, we run the city, the fuck they debatin´ on?
Them niggas didn´t fuck with me (Fuck with me), I got out and came up, now they faje long
I don´t want no apologies (Fuck that)
Fuck love, I don´t need acknowledgements (At all)

Just bring me my backend (Let me get that)
I get it, I´m gone like it was a robbery (I´m gone)
Seventy-five for a show (Seventy-five)
Forty thou´ for a walk-through
My communication skills fucked up
I´m the wrong one to try to talk to
Everybody with me finessin´ (Finessin´)
She tryna leave and get naked (Come on)
I pulled out, tried to cum on her
She like, "Naw, baby, let me catch it" (Ayy)
I´m like, "Ooh, you gangster" (Gangster)
I made it back home, Lord, I thank You (Thank God)
If a nigga would´ve tried me in jail, on the Five, bro, I would´ve shanked ´em (Bitch)
It´s easy to kill ´em, I gotta outthink ´em
They want me gone forever (They want me gone)

At first they wasn´t fuckin´ with me, now they wanna link and do a song together (Tryna link with me)
Naw, I´m cool, homie, all money ain´t good money
I´m here to get everything that the streets done took from me
Come get you some kush from me (It´s war)