#iongaf lyrics

[Intro]
Finesse
Ay pipe up hoodrixh

[Chorus]
He tryna be like me I know it
I put the Tec in his mouth, told him blow it
Said you got guns n*gga come and show it
I get the touchdown how I throw it
I'm on the court n*gga making threes
You in the court telling on your team
I got an FN with a beam
I got money far as I could see
I don't give a f*ck, I see a opp, tell em what's up
I'm finna f*ck, all on your b*tch, all in her guts
I'm in the SRT going 263 I'm nuts, damn
They wanna copy my swag but they know my sh*t untouched

[Verse 1: K2Finesse]
Wock or the Tris, I can't decide
You n*ggas stay, switching sides
He said he got sticks, he lied
That boy think he hard, he fried
Last n*gga talking that sh*t, he died
Heard his mom all damn night, she cried
I'm in the big body whipping Y
Said he want smoke n*gga come and try
Said he want smoke come and meet the gang
He gon pull up come and meet the gang
I make like 10 racks everyday
Shipping the pack straight out the state
Tried to ride on my wave you late
Tried to ride on my wave you a fan
Exotic cookies it came straight from Japan
Ask your b*tch she gon know who I am
Way too fast, SRT, I'm gon crash, ah
I wake up, I get guap, I get cash, damn
You try to run, I send shots, at your ass, okay
He want smoke, up the stick, I'm gon blast, damn
[Chorus]
He tryna be like me I know it
I put the Tec in his mouth, told him blow it
Said you got guns n*gga come and show it
I get the touchdown how I throw it
I'm on the court n*gga making threes
You in the court telling on your team
I got an FN with a beam
I got money far as I could see
I don't give a f*ck, I see a opp, tell em what's up
I'm finna f*ck, all on your b*tch, all in her guts
I'm in the SRT going 263 I'm nuts, damn
They wanna copy my swag but they know my sh*t untouched

[Verse 2: Yung Solarflare]
They be Solar, I just wanna be like you
Get racks see me be like you
If I ball like you yea b*tch me too
Just look at my racks all them hoes they've been blue
Yea I'm stacking up money while you a stack a few
This b*tch wanna f*ck but I'm not in the mood
I just spilled the lean right on my Rick Owen shoes
Oh yeah, look at this bread, I'm bout to flip it
Look at this Glock, I'm bout to rip it
I'm off a Xan you know that I'm tripping
Buh buh buh bullets they hitting
(?) with a check, I put your rent on my neck
I think she wanna have sex, f*ck a SRT let's hop in a Vette
If I don't get my cheese then I get upset
Baby you doing too much give me neck
I get the bag without breaking a sweat
I got a Glock while he repping a Tec
Why the f*ck he wanna talk down cause his b*tch finna hop in a jet
Ima just talk with the guap now and I know these lil n*ggas upset
[Verse 3: qori]
Said you a killer I know that you not
Been outside take a stroll on your block
Bad lil b*tch tryna hold on my Glock, huh
That's your lil b*tch on my c*ck, huh
Ass up, face down, gon head lil b*tch turn around
She said she like gun sounds, she said she might blow it out
(?) swear never been out of rounds
They could switch up (?)
(?)
Know it's over if you come to my town
We gon kill that lil boy ain't no doubt
Like a game they gon switch up his route
Like a dog he don't bite he just pout
Like he need his makeup that boy been a clown
Heard she like the way I step, and she like the way I walk
Heard she like the way I flex, she want me to break her jaw
She want me up in her jaws, she want me up in her walls
She want me up in her phone but sorry b*tch I cannot talk