Nate Sims - Finesse lyrics

[Intro] Finesse(x2) Finessin' on these hoes Finesse(x2) Finessin' every show Finesse(x2) Finessin' for this gold Finesse(x2) Finesse n' let em' know [Hook] Like 1,2,3, all bottles on me I been grinding for this paper that yo a** won't never see Throw yo hands inside the air if yo cliques mobbin' thru the streets And if you super turnt up then start finessin on this beat (x2) [Verse 1] You think Taylor Bennett is an actor Rapstar fake dreams never had a backup You follow me on twitter like what are you after? You wanna take a picture you wanna f** a rapper Trynamake it rain like you wanna make a rapture Shirt off pants off none of that matters I'm finessin on you stop all the chatter 9boy9boy yeah I'm from Chatham Finna run a train like split splat splatter I'm k**ing these dudes no loops no latter Shockin' these people like Zeus but better Ain't no cake like her mix no batter This ain't no game, my shoots no latter Always had drive so the coupe ain't matter Now my girl skinny like my trench no fatter Tight shirt small skirt yeah I met her Boy so rich got no manners Green too strong I'm Bruce gone Banner Movin' that weight like Tony Montana She wanna make a movie my clips go bananas Monster in the sack that's that purple gorilla Flow so deep like atlantic atlanta Smirk at the camera drink tropicana All blue bandana n***a skip your dreams n***a pack yo dreams gotta get back on camera Please excuse my false a** grammar I'm a faded a** n***a like I'm one of two handles Lightning green on the black green latern Finessin' your thoughts in a black bandana Sound like the 80s is MC Hammer Finesse on yo TV Finesse on yo camera Finesse on this money Finessin forever [Hook] Like 1,2,3, all bottles on me I been grinding for this paper that yo a** won't never see Throw yo hands inside the air if yo cliques mobbin' thru the streets And if you super turnt up then start finessin on this beat (x2) [Verse 2] So, You think Taylor Bennett is a liar Off the top;Richard Pryor Burning faces up like the wire n***as over here getting blown no wire I'm off the top when im rappin' Chillin' im trappin' yall n***as know was happenin' Coming off the top and these know I'm magic Like playing, like hoopin' nah them other n***as they stupid I be off of the top I'm ruthless All these n***as impossible, Rufus I be off of the top when I do this Rappin, So smooth save money n***a team how we do New tribe n***as and you know it's the crew Gods on the G.O.D. Wasuu b**hes say that my pants is true and my b**h is always religion I'm off of the top and I'm flyer than pigeons Matter fact eagles, I'm k**ing these n***as and they ain't even playing ball like the beagles They benched, and I'm off of the top got a stench From the square, That I was smoking Matter fact got me chokin' on the money when I'm spittin' I Be, motherf**in in it, Taylor Bennett Motherf**ing menance to society and you know my n***as gon ride with me So we come up, and we cruising, and they blusing, but they snoozin Pop out with the uzi what's good? Tell them n***as that you understand what's hood I'm a rapper, I'm a singer, I'm a k**er, What's a meaner? What you mean I got a misdemeanor? f** your demeanor