Quise & Skinny P - FINISHLINE! Lyrics

Haha
Pass that blunt
Yes sir
Okay okay okay
Okay what's up
We ain't working out I told em push up
They don't do too much, they just talk tough
In here geekin like I'm off one
She throw it at me imma Moss something
Real ones we the last of em
She said what's up I hit the gas on em
Dashboard did da dash on em
Fast lane in the fast life
Fuck hoes, cars, and clothes' got my bag right
Vacuumed sealed my shit airtight
Calvin Cambridge I ball Like Mike
I ain't hitting stains, I'm too clean hoe
Spent some racks on these jeans Moncler coat
I don't play boy I'm no joke
Smokin on some pressure this shit full court
Just copped the coupe, it's a super sport
Just fucking bitches we ain't too involved
Niggas bout to blow word to the gods
If they wanna see us gotta look up (It's up)
Okay what's up
We ain't working out I told em push up
They don't do too much, they just talk tough
In here geekin like I'm off one
She throw it at me imma Moss something
Real ones we the last of em
She said what's up I hit the gas on em
Dashboard did da dash on em
Bitch throw brain get sloppy
Keep tabs on my bodies
Plus I'm rich like Roddy
P my bro I know he got me
I get blue cheese, green like salad
Bring more bottles, I pour my problems
Take over the world I said no problem
Wipe me down don't gotta stain
She yell out my name when she came
Told her come fuck with the real
I'm tryna beat it out the frame
I'm in the ring like I'm Tank
She told me to tatt my name
I can't fuck with lames I'm not running game
Niggas can't fuck with me
Mans can't talk like me
Big bag talk I do
Shawty come fuck with me
Pass that to my squad
I keep gang with me
Yeah I'm way too geeked
Shawty get geeked
Okay what's up
We ain't working out I tell em push up
They don't do too much, they just talk tough
In here geekin like I'm off one
She throw it at me imma Moss something
Real ones we the last of em
She said what's up I hit the gas on em
Dashboard did da dash on em

Haha
Pass that blunt
Yes sir
Okay okay okay
Okay what's up
We ain't working out I told em push up
They don't do too much, they just talk tough
In here geekin like I'm off one
She throw it at me imma Moss something
Real ones we the last of em
She said what's up I hit the gas on em
Dashboard did da dash on em
Fast lane in the fast life
Fuck hoes, cars, and clothes' got my bag right
Vacuumed sealed my shit airtight
Calvin Cambridge I ball Like Mike
I ain't hitting stains, I'm too clean hoe
Spent some racks on these jeans Moncler coat
I don't play boy I'm no joke
Smokin on some pressure this shit full court
Just copped the coupe, it's a super sport
Just fucking bitches we ain't too involved
Niggas bout to blow word to the gods
If they wanna see us gotta look up (It's up)
Okay what's up
We ain't working out I told em push up
They don't do too much, they just talk tough
In here geekin like I'm off one
She throw it at me imma Moss something
Real ones we the last of em
She said what's up I hit the gas on em
Dashboard did da dash on em
Bitch throw brain get sloppy
Keep tabs on my bodies
Plus I'm rich like Roddy
P my bro I know he got me
I get blue cheese, green like salad
Bring more bottles, I pour my problems
Take over the world I said no problem
Wipe me down don't gotta stain
She yell out my name when she came
Told her come fuck with the real
I'm tryna beat it out the frame
I'm in the ring like I'm Tank
She told me to tatt my name
I can't fuck with lames I'm not running game
Niggas can't fuck with me
Mans can't talk like me
Big bag talk I do
Shawty come fuck with me
Pass that to my squad
I keep gang with me
Yeah I'm way too geeked
Shawty get geeked
Okay what's up
We ain't working out I tell em push up
They don't do too much, they just talk tough
In here geekin like I'm off one
She throw it at me imma Moss something
Real ones we the last of em
She said what's up I hit the gas on em
Dashboard did da dash on em