f*cked ’Em lyrics

[Intro: Good Finesse]
Bands in my pockets, so I f*cked 'em
Rollie on my wrist, so I f*cked 'em
b*tches on my di*k, so I f*cked 'em
They just see I got the vibes, so I f*cked 'em
f*cked 'em, f*cked 'em
Bands in my pockets, so I f*cked 'em
f*cked 'em, f*cked 'em
They see I’m buzzed down, so I f*cked 'em

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Running round with that 30 on my waistline
If we slidin', then we slidin', I don’t waste time
All these b*tches poppin' a molly, I'ma taste mine
All these n*ggas sharing woods, I like to face mine
My lil' n*gga, freshest n*gga on the playground
n*ggas snitchin', feds watchin', it ain't safe now
Get 'em pounds, get 'em going through the Greyhound
Swear I love a ratchet b*tch, you finna stay down

[Verse 2: Good Finesse]
Ayy, ayy
I see the money through a telescope
That b*tch broke, I had to let her go
Good Finesse, I had to let 'em know
Young n*gga, I'm a general and gettin' money all I've ever known
Ridin' with the box while I’m boxin' cases
Hunnid band jugs and my diamond skating
Ayy, rollie on my wrist and on right the AP
f*cked 'em, f*cked 'em, I'm doing it daily
[Chorus: Good Finesse]
Bands in my pockets, so I f*cked 'em
Rollie on my wrist, so I f*cked 'em
b*tches on my di*k, so I f*cked 'em
They just see I got the vibes, so I f*cked 'em
f*cked 'em, f*cked 'em
Bands in my pockets, so I f*cked 'em
f*cked 'em, f*cked 'em
They see I’m buzzed down, so I f*cked 'em

[Verse 3: Good Finesse]
Ayy, I'm f*cked 'em
Ayy, I'm switching lanes
Ayy, I'm in a foreign coupe, I'm on the money race
Ayy, twelve get behind me, I'ma get away
Ayy, and hit the block then hit the interstate
Ayy, I'm in the field, you n*ggas in the way
I'm gettin' guap, fresh about the bank
To the money, I don't hesitate
Pourin' 4's just to meditate
And gettin' money just to elevate

[Verse 4: Fenix Flexin]
Bands, I be f*cked 'em
Hunnids, I be touchin' 'em
n*gga, you ain't touchin', I got pistols, you ain't buzzin' up
Creep me out we up to sum, I'm feedin' for a lick
Your baby mama callin', shawty feedin' for the di*k
I came for services, my n*ggas really beat the block
f*ckin' up a 20 piece, I'm breezin' through the guap
Blood rushing through my body when I'm squeezing on the Glock
How you rappin' all that sh*t and write his statements to the cops?
[Chorus: Good Finesse]
Bands in my pockets, so I f*cked 'em
Rollie on my wrist, so I f*cked 'em
b*tches on my di*k, so I f*cked 'em
They just see I got the vibes, so I f*cked 'em
f*cked 'em, f*cked 'em
Bands in my pockets, so I f*cked 'em
f*cked 'em, f*cked 'em
They see I’m buzzed down, so I f*cked 'em