Price Differnce lyrics

[Intro]
Notorious mobster, Whitey Buldger
(Run that back, West)

[Chorus: Good Finesse]
He was slippin' with that bag, he f*cked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a n*gga neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, b*tch, I’m an expert
He was slippin' with that bag, he f*cked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a n*gga neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, b*tch, I'm an expert

[Verse 1: Good Finesse]
All these grams on my neck, but I ain’t actin' nothin'
I'm a real smart n*gga, don't be actin' dumb
And I always get the bag so I pop my sh*t
Fifty bands, hundred bands, I be in and out
She playin' games with a n*gga, so I kicked hеr out
I be drivin' foreign coupes with thе lights in it
My D’s hit your D’s, don't, it’s an ice difference
2K to 24, that's a big difference
n*ggas poppin' hot sh*t 'til they limbs missin’
These n*ggas swear they got some money but they penny pinchin'
And I'm steady in the field 'til I see a million
Steady growin' over time 'til I get a trophy
[Chorus: Good Finesse]
He was slippin' with that bag, he f*cked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a n*gga neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, b*tch, I'm an expert
He was slippin' with that bag, he f*cked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a n*gga neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, b*tch, I'm an expert

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
My piece and your piece, it's a price difference
Only thing I would be keepin' is my Smith &
The Stincs ain't goin' nowhere, you can stop b*tchin'
Them n*ggas you with look nice as hell, they not vicious
I like good head and bread, b*tch, not kisses
I'm the n*gga to take your bread, he might kiss you
You got some money, I'ma need to call for a late-night issue
b*tches be blowin' up my phone like "I miss you"
They like, "All that sh*t on you, n*gga, Ralfy, I hope you got tissue"
I was puttin' my long pole all in her denim
She be havin' my song quotes all in her mental
I f*ck with the Stinc Team, y'all original
The Plug

[Chorus: Good Finesse]
He was slippin' with that bag, he f*cked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a n*gga neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, b*tch, I'm an expert
He was slippin' with that bag, he f*cked up
I just got some free chip, I just lucked up
These grams heavy, why you think a n*gga neck hurt?
I could find it anywhere, b*tch, I'm an expert