a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

glaciers - good finesse lyrics

[intro: good finesse]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (laudiano)

[chorus: good finesse & saysothemac]
we got ice like a glacier
you n*ggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
frostbite on my piece, i’m so ice cold
young n*gga with a knot, i got jelly rolls
my b*tch got a louis bag, it’s a never full
you’ll never get a chance, you’ll never f*ck
only thing on my mind is to run it up
blue hundreds, fast money, i got big bucks, ayy
we got ice like a glacier
you n*ggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
frostbite on my piece, i’m so ice cold
young n*gga with a knot, i got jelly rolls
my b*tch got a louis bag, it’s a never full
you’ll never get a chance, you’ll never f*ck
only thing on my mind is to run it up
blue hundreds, fast money, i got big bucks, ayy (ayy)

[verse 1: saysothemac]
describe the stinc team, they’re extravagant
saysothemac and them guys, they be havin’ it
i’m reachin’ in her purse and i’m grabbin’ it
you worry ’bout the n*gga that be stabbin’ it, that’s half of it
she f*ckin’ on a trick and she cashin’ out, give it to me
old punk rock b*tch, we ain’t splittin’ a thing
saysothemac, i don’t go fifty*fifty
with you punk rock hoes, b*tch, you better miss me
[verse 2: good finesse]
ayy, my drip on a hundred thousand, it’s extravagant
louis shoes with the belt like a mannequin
frostbite on my wrist, it’s like a snowstorm
you’ll be beatin’ on your meat, you don’t get no wh0res
stripper b*tch bustin’ dates on a golf course
lean sittin’ in my soda, it’s a fanta
new b*tch got money, named samantha (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
i get gifts on christmas like i’m santa

[chorus: good finesse]
we got ice like a glacier
you n*ggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
frostbite on my piece, i’m so ice cold
young n*gga with a knot, i got jelly rolls
my b*tch got a louis bag, it’s a never full
you’ll never get a chance, you’ll never f*ck
only thing on my mind is to run it up
blue hundreds, fast money, i got big bucks, ayy
we got ice like a glacier
you n*ggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
frostbite on my piece, i’m so ice cold
young n*gga with a knot, i got jelly rolls
my b*tch got a louis bag, it’s a never full
you’ll never get a chance, you’ll never f*ck
only thing on my mind is to run it up
blue hundreds, fast money, i got big bucks, ayy
[verse 3: money monk]
you see me shinin’ ‘fore i walk up
been gettin’ chicken since i was a young buck
i done touched a half a ticket out the door, huh?
big balenciagas, steppin’ on a broke b*tch
drippin’ high fashion when i go and pull skits
swing the chopper, make his body do a kickflip
f*ck 12 and the suckers that be talkin’ to ’em
p*ssy n*ggas want beef, then i’ma serve it to ’em

[verse 4: young bull]
p*ssy n*gga want beef but i ain’t farmer john
hit him with the chopstick, now his arm gone
smokin’ on some cookie, smokin’ on some zaza
sbs on my feet, yeah, that’s for shreddin’ b*tches (shred)
catch me in a 911 countin’ h*lla chicken (skrrt)
mud walkin’ through neimans countin’ up them digits
stinc team for the win, and yeah, that’s facts
young bull the g.o.a.t., yeah, yeah, no cap

[chorus: good finesse]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
we got ice like a glacier
you n*ggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
frostbite on my piece, i’m so ice cold
young n*gga with a knot, i got jelly rolls
my b*tch got a louis bag, it’s a never full
you’ll never get a chance, you’ll never f*ck
only thing on my mind is to run it up
blue hundreds, fast money, i got big bucks, ayy
we got ice like a glacier
you n*ggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
frostbite on my piece, i’m so ice cold
young n*gga with a knot, i got jelly rolls
my b*tch got a louis bag, it’s a never full
you’ll never get a chance, you’ll never f*ck
only thing on my mind is to run it up
blue hundreds, fast money, i got big bucks, ayy, ayy
[verse 5: ralfy the plug]
you a pipsqueak, b*tch, we’ll never f*ck
only thing on my mind is runnin’ it up
we tote f&ns, n*gga, we ready to bust
n*gga actin’ fake tough, we gon’ tear sh*t up
i was slidin’ ’round town in a foreign vehicle
my hitman from baghdad, you know what he gon’ do
i got his b*tch in the backseat, you know what she gon’ do
he a snitch and i know it, we don’t need no proof, plug

[verse 6: good finesse]
he tried to slide on the opps like he had some luck
four deep in a foreign, ralph, vino, and monk
brung the blower on the side while i’m grabbin’ some lunch
n*ggas hatin’ on the fam but we ain’t givin’ no f*cks
n*ggas slidin’ every night, fatty gotta stay tucked
had to hop out on some n*ggas, had to get me some bucks
if you ain’t slidin’ with no fatty, you ain’t slidin’ with us
f*ck sittin’ in the crib, i’m tryna run this sh*t up, gang

- good finesse lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular