You are crazy
D Hell
Yeah finessin' and trappin' n trappinin' trappin', finessin' and trappin' n trappin' n trappin'
Finessin' and trappin' n trappin' finessin' and trappin'
Dragon on me, smile to float
Anywhere I go, I glow
First and the third it roll
Jackets, they beamin' out the throat
Thumb through they chair, when I count up the chains
Like I'm playin' through dice, I'm breakin' the bank
Servin' the fish, they be draggin' your nose
Trappin' and rappin' and drummin' off robes
Secret department, they strappin' to poles
Steppin' to Zion as they see a door
Tappin' these p***s from Hong Kong
Makin' my digits, I'm long gone
Pitchin' them chickens like John Schmoes
Hit on that thot, she say bravo
Surf out the spot, I'm gettin' nachos
Turbo, I smash that on po'-po'
Ain't no tint on the Maybach, a fishbowl
Roofin' up Cartas with pink toes
Had to go buy me a Minko
Hook up a g*****, then go over a g*****
Ain't talkin' to y'all, no
Head from the streets, I got on my feet
And hopped in a Lambo
I had a plug before I got a buzz
I bought me a Bando
I'm on that d*** and I'm on that mud
I count off 200
All them d***s, ain't no one to trust
You gotta let your g***** go
I told you my g***** gon' pop
Pull up my low
Blick, blick, y'all finessin'
Trappin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
Finessin' and trappin'
Get finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
Finessin' and trappin'
Yeah, finessin' and trappin'
Trakin' on this Y4
Anywhere I go, I glow
3.5 for the low
San Keith, they bent out the door
Thug to they Tay when I count up to Jay
Like I'm playin' 2 dice, I'm breakin' the bank
Servin' that fish, they be drownin', you know
Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loads
First and the third, we rollin'
I drop on the deuce and I make this sh** jump to a fold
I give these b**ches a load
Long live Mexico, D comes straight off the board
And I'm stackin' these b**ches up in saving lines
Got me whippin' and workin', I'm cookin' and order
I ain't know, that was just dope, the body hit it once, psych
F**kin' for brunch and lunch
When the plug's in, thots back, give it to my aunt
I'm the one, the first kid, give me that d**k
Eight years old when I dropped out the park
That time, I was ten, they gave me the rope
Twenty years old, I'm the baby, let go
Fourteen, f**kin', I'm grown up
When I come to you, play, got an arm, I'm gone
I owe you the store when I'm whippin' that d**k
Got a free chain, raw
I send a G-Hit to the face
And I brought me a nine with a nine with a Baytol
I'm from Manhattan, I'm with a Yate
Y'all n****s thinkin' that d**k
I'm rockin', I wait, like I'm upholdin'
I'm still young, but I gave you some hope
Yo, Omar
I'm finessin' and trappin' and droppin' and droppin'
Finessin' and droppin' and droppin' and droppin'
Finessin' and droppin' and droppin' and droppin'
Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and droppin' and droppin'
Finessin' and droppin' and droppin' and droppin'
Finessin' and droppin'
Yeah, finessin' and droppin'
Woah, draggin' on, it's not a fault
Woah, anywhere I go, I glow
Woah, 3.5 for the load
Woo, jackets, they beatin' out the door
Woo, don't do they take when I count up
They take like I'm playin' three dice
I'm breakin' the bank
Servin' that fish, they be drownin' your nose
Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off loans
Lamborghini, baby, I'm turnin'
I don't want no b**ch, she burnin'
I was gettin' money back then, that's a whopper
Beatin' out the spots on God has several
Now I'm booked up, you can check my schedule
Swear I ain't regular, 200 racks for these hoes
I used to package the bowls
He'd get finessed if he go
Up in the scrap if he don't
First and the third every day on my phone
We put them packs in the zone
Went through the city with this s**t
I took a risk to get rich
Me and Marlo on the highway
He go his way, I go my way
You can smell it from the driveway
F**k them neighbors, they can call him
Hold my country, buck it all up
Re-ride the traffic tomorrow
Get a condo for the guala
Did the impossible
I used to drive here in Paula
Still ridin' around with that chopper
That's how I gotta be
I don't see nobody stoppin' me
I'm independent, nobody on top of me
Still in the hood, I feel like it's a part of me
I rented up, I made it outta poverty
Is you proud of me?
Yeah, finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
Finessin' and trappin', yeh
Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
Finessin' and trappin' and trappin' and trappin'
Finessin' and trappin', yeah
Finessin' and trappin', woah
Thump through that chain when I count up that chain
Like I'm playin' through dice, I'm breakin' the bank
Servin' that fish, every drain in your nose
Trappin' and rappin' and droppin' off lows