Finessed lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bih hit my phone up, I'ma let it ring (Plugg)
I'ma let sh*t ring and that choppa, it's gon' sing, yeah
He got hit in mata, now he can't even think
She tryna come to my block, b*tch, you trippin'
Pop out wit' a beam, now he bleedin' through white tee (What?)
Beat that n*gga ass and they post it on YT
Most these n*ggas chat but they really coppin' pleas
Get yo' bro to slime you out, you ain't backdoorin' me
Ha, f*ck no, b*tch, you ain't, yeah (Plugg)
f*ck, you ain't backdoorin' sh*t, I run off
Yeah, I run off wit' that n*ggas sh*t
My fault had to finesse you, like, b*tch, I needed it
Run off wit' his pack because I'm not tryna cop a zip
Second that I see the jakes, you know that I dip
I ain't duckin' no n*gga, I cannot get killed
He push up on gang, then his blood gettin' spilt, like, ew
Tryna f*ck 'cause she know I'm Baby Beel
Took yo' b*tch and I finesse, like, how you feel?
You can't trap, you can't serve, like, b*tch, you got no skills
Got a all black fit, they ain't catchin' me on film
No

[Verse 2]
Bih, sh*t hit my phone up, I'ma let it ring
I'ma let sh*t ring and that choppa, it's gon' sing, yeah
He got hit in mata, now he can't even think
My fault had to finesse you, like, b*tch, I needed it (Huh)
I ain't wanna jugg his sh*t (Plugg), but b*tch, I needed it (Yeah)
Hoe just seen me boss up, I know you heated, b*tch
b*tch just did me wrong, I'ma make 'em feel so sick
When I'm gettin' rich (Yeah, yeah, yeah, like)
Know she gone be sick as f*ck when I'm countin' up
Money on bro head, I might go take that bounty, yeah
b*tches on my di*k because I'm clouted up (Yeah, yeah)
Japanese denim, don't know where I found this from (Plugg)
In that courtroom, I won't say sh*t like a monk
b*tch just said I'm ignorant, now she said I'm blunt
I'm like, "b*tch, what the f*ck? b*tch, pick one"
Yeah, like, b*tch, which one?