Laizz - Finish Lyrics

We got different tactics
When it's coming to that fatty
We take dirty cabbage
Oh, that nigga think he cruddy

Hit him with the statics
Switches automatics
And this bitch don't think we f*ckin' latin
Beatin' shit like patty

And this shit we causin' hella madness
Let's go, let's bring it in
They spent the G stood on that block
Man, I'm like, when the f*ck was this

Niggas never on this block
Man, I'm like, do that shit again
Lil' bro tryna stretch out
But he break bread with all his can

I be tryna bust it
I fell in love with different jets
Why the f*ck they ain't skilled
Hold up, bitch, I'll explain it

Like a spy, he gon' get my soul
Niggas better not try to mess
Cry to my uncle when I'm tight
Smokin' this gas high as a bitch

I think that I'm fly as a git
On point just like a pencil
Comin' wrong around this wheel, lil' bitch
You better not f*ckin' tempt you

Throwin' on the big-ass pistol
But this bitch crushin' mental
Say we dangerous, they can't tame us
Bitch, you know we f*ckin' bent new

I'm tryna spin again
Catch him laggin', hit his friend
Bullets blast him and he meant it
That bitch was hittin' at his time

Yeah, we tryna knock down
Hundred reels and hundred rounds
Don't get killed, tryna be down
He hit the floor and bit the ground

Roll him up, lock that f*ck in, chop a bus
Yeah, you niggas know what's up
Geeks in the house, they can't f*ck with us
Stompin' and standin' no business

You know I ain't finished, we goin' to get him
F*ck our lives, man, them niggas is bitches
Got head in his top and they f*cked up his dental
This ain't no fake that I'm comin' to get you

You know that he finish when he get the twitch
No, ain't no missin' when that bitch be hittin
Ain't doin' no dissin', we comin' to finish
I throw through the racks with my palms

Be itchin', bro, f*ck with the Mac
I want all of the switches
F*ck when that bitch be callin' me in
Smoked off in the pad, now I feel all of this

Got thirties and fifties, we stuff and get busy
He talk the hot shit, we gon' give him the business
He look suspicious, my shoulders gon' get ready
Talk like a bitch, fill him up with extensions

Try to creep up, synthesize, and he messin