Law And Order (feat. MrDeLaGhetto)

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Finesse Jr

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Ayy, let that shit ride, tell em
Ayy, ayy. Mm, doo doo. Woo. Yeah. Uh. Mm. Mm. Mm
Turn me up a lil bit. Ayy, ayy
I up this bitch. It look like a track meet
Yeah, he a bitch. That nigga won't at me
Shoot by myself. I don't need a tag team
I'm a real baller. I ain't no athlete
I'm a real shooter. Stuck in the backseat, picking up loads
I feel like a taxi. Yeah, I still ride around town on the back street
Now I be taxing them niggas that tax me
Shy in real life , he a internet gangster
Wearing them colors, I thought he was claiming
Niggas be stupid, finesse, taking chains
Damn, nigga, I thought finesse done changed
Nah, little nigga, I'm breaking the bank
I use to save hoes with mask and cape
Nah, I just poured up a six in my drink
Smoking good weed, this shit got a stain
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
He say that he different than me, but I know that he tripping
My Glock hold 33, it's Scottie Pippen
The way I be talking, you think I was pimping
Niggas be mad, but I don't even get it
I up this bitch. It start looking like Christmas
I stay with a rack, you would think I play tennis
I feel like a farmer , I stay getting chicken
I up this bitch. It look like a track meet
Yeah, he a bitch. That nigga won't at me
Shoot by myself. I don't need a tag team
I'm a real baller. I ain't no athlete
I'm a real shooter. Stuck in the backseat, picking up loads
I feel like a taxi. Yeah, I still ride around town on the back street
Now I be taxing them niggas that tax me
Imma real baller I ain't no athlete
Count this cash. Feel like a mathlete , running real fast
Think you can catch me? You must be stupid
Ain't getting past me, sold 14 Ps
And that was just last week, can't tell mama gone wild
Told me to call it Ms. Maxine, and I'm moving weight down south
Whenever they need, they ask me
My partner will do ya. I'll do it for free
Hang with the shooters that shoot from inside of the three
Rarely seen, but I'm always noticed
Sip on that drink, I call it my potion
Lil mama bad, I'm smoother than lotion
Real criminal, just got a promotion
Standing on business, I bet I promote it
I hate bullshit, you bitches is bogus
Addicted to money, my money ain't folding
You weak and you frail, running for six
Packs in the mail, me and the scale
Hell of a tag team, serve everybody like we was the backstreet shorty
Shit tripping, blowing my phone
Where was you at, what is you on
Primetime baby, you know what we doing
High stepping like I am Dion
Loving the fit, when I put it on
Got no need for Louis V on
Bitch
Aye man, I don't give a f*ck if you think I'm short, man
When I stand on this money, I'm tall as f*ck. PUTA
You don't like my flow so much? Why the f*ck you staying in my waters for
And if I blow up, you know you're going to be my biggest fan
I up this bitch, it look like a track meet
Yeah, he a bitch, that nigga won't at meet
Shoot by myself, I don't need a tag team
I'm a real baller. I ain't no athlete, I'm a real shooter
Stuck in the backseat, picking up loads
I feel like a taxi. Yeah, I still ride around town in the backstreet
Now I be taxing them niggas that tax me
Ayy, let this shit ride, Tellem

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