OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? (Aye)
(Gang-Gang-Gang)
(Finatic)
(Im So Slimee)
Uh
Heartbreak? Yea, that shit make you sad
But in the future, you jus learn to leave that shit in the past
I'm a different type of nigga, can't compare or contrast
I'ma put my brothers first and i'll give em' my last
My brodie incredible, he be doin' the dash
(Skrt-skrt)
Hop in a rocket, now we havin' a blast
In the field, you get penalized, for droppin' a flag
And, don't be comin at me, boy, cuz' you'll get turned to a tag
Laughin at you niggas, while i'm high-high (Ha-ha)
Off the zaza
And, i'm sky-high
Talkin' out his chin, punch it lopsided
Bitch, i'm the truth, why would I lie?
Uh
Lil bro' keep talkin' that "ra-ra"
I'll let the choppa', "rrahh-rrahh"
Bug out, bullets fly-by
Brodie load the clip and make a scene when he drive-by
Listen to the bars, i'm connectin' shit like WiFi
That shit hit Home, almost took me Away
When i'm at Home, I smoke a blunt, it got me feelin a way (Away)
Hey, what's up? Lil Mama, how you feelin today?
I was wonderin' if I can take you out on a date?
Baby, we can take a trip, we gon' fly out of state
We gon' have a good time, i'ma give you some play
Ain't no 1on1s, me and bro' don't gotta debate
And, nigga you ain't family, so you cannot relate
Uh, they bizzare, that's why i'm laughin'
And, these niggas mad
So, I make em' madder
And, I got a bad bitch, i'ma make her badder
I told her, I like the way she move, just like Jagger (Uh-uh)
(Uh)
(Hmm-mm, uh-uh)
(Uh-uh)
(Uh-uh, Hmmmm)
My brodie incredible, he be doin' the dash
(Skrt-skrt)
Hop in a rocket, now we havin' a blast
In the field, you get penalized, for droppin' a flag
And, don't be comin at me, boy, cuz' you'll get turned to a tag
Laughin at you niggas, while i'm high-high (Ha-ha)
Off the zaza
And, i'm sky-high
Talkin' out his chin, punch it lopsided
Bitch, i'm the truth, why would I lie?
Uh
Lil bro' keep talkin' that "ra-ra"
I'll let the choppa', "rrahh-rrahh"
Bug out, bullets fly-by
Brodie load the clip and make a scene when he drive-by
Listen to the bars, i'm connectin' shit like WiFi
OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?
#INCREDIBLE! Video (MV)
Lil5iveten - #INCREDIBLE! Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? (Aye)
(Gang-Gang-Gang)
(Finatic)
(Im So Slimee)
Uh
Heartbreak? Yea, that shit make you sad
But in the future, you jus learn to leave that shit in the past
I'm a different type of nigga, can't compare or contrast
I'ma put my brothers first and i'll give em' my last
My brodie incredible, he be doin' the dash
(Skrt-skrt)
Hop in a rocket, now we havin' a blast
In the field, you get penalized, for droppin' a flag
And, don't be comin at me, boy, cuz' you'll get turned to a tag
Laughin at you niggas, while i'm high-high (Ha-ha)
Off the zaza
And, i'm sky-high
Talkin' out his chin, punch it lopsided
Bitch, i'm the truth, why would I lie?
Uh
Lil bro' keep talkin' that "ra-ra"
I'll let the choppa', "rrahh-rrahh"
Bug out, bullets fly-by
Brodie load the clip and make a scene when he drive-by
Listen to the bars, i'm connectin' shit like WiFi
That shit hit Home, almost took me Away
When i'm at Home, I smoke a blunt, it got me feelin a way (Away)
Hey, what's up? Lil Mama, how you feelin today?
I was wonderin' if I can take you out on a date?
Baby, we can take a trip, we gon' fly out of state
We gon' have a good time, i'ma give you some play
Ain't no 1on1s, me and bro' don't gotta debate
And, nigga you ain't family, so you cannot relate
Uh, they bizzare, that's why i'm laughin'
And, these niggas mad
So, I make em' madder
And, I got a bad bitch, i'ma make her badder
I told her, I like the way she move, just like Jagger (Uh-uh)
(Uh)
(Hmm-mm, uh-uh)
(Uh-uh)
(Uh-uh, Hmmmm)
My brodie incredible, he be doin' the dash
(Skrt-skrt)
Hop in a rocket, now we havin' a blast
In the field, you get penalized, for droppin' a flag
And, don't be comin at me, boy, cuz' you'll get turned to a tag
Laughin at you niggas, while i'm high-high (Ha-ha)
Off the zaza
And, i'm sky-high
Talkin' out his chin, punch it lopsided
Bitch, i'm the truth, why would I lie?
Uh
Lil bro' keep talkin' that "ra-ra"
I'll let the choppa', "rrahh-rrahh"
Bug out, bullets fly-by
Brodie load the clip and make a scene when he drive-by
Listen to the bars, i'm connectin' shit like WiFi
OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?
(Gang-Gang-Gang)
(Finatic)
(Im So Slimee)
Uh
Heartbreak? Yea, that shit make you sad
But in the future, you jus learn to leave that shit in the past
I'm a different type of nigga, can't compare or contrast
I'ma put my brothers first and i'll give em' my last
My brodie incredible, he be doin' the dash
(Skrt-skrt)
Hop in a rocket, now we havin' a blast
In the field, you get penalized, for droppin' a flag
And, don't be comin at me, boy, cuz' you'll get turned to a tag
Laughin at you niggas, while i'm high-high (Ha-ha)
Off the zaza
And, i'm sky-high
Talkin' out his chin, punch it lopsided
Bitch, i'm the truth, why would I lie?
Uh
Lil bro' keep talkin' that "ra-ra"
I'll let the choppa', "rrahh-rrahh"
Bug out, bullets fly-by
Brodie load the clip and make a scene when he drive-by
Listen to the bars, i'm connectin' shit like WiFi
That shit hit Home, almost took me Away
When i'm at Home, I smoke a blunt, it got me feelin a way (Away)
Hey, what's up? Lil Mama, how you feelin today?
I was wonderin' if I can take you out on a date?
Baby, we can take a trip, we gon' fly out of state
We gon' have a good time, i'ma give you some play
Ain't no 1on1s, me and bro' don't gotta debate
And, nigga you ain't family, so you cannot relate
Uh, they bizzare, that's why i'm laughin'
And, these niggas mad
So, I make em' madder
And, I got a bad bitch, i'ma make her badder
I told her, I like the way she move, just like Jagger (Uh-uh)
(Uh)
(Hmm-mm, uh-uh)
(Uh-uh)
(Uh-uh, Hmmmm)
My brodie incredible, he be doin' the dash
(Skrt-skrt)
Hop in a rocket, now we havin' a blast
In the field, you get penalized, for droppin' a flag
And, don't be comin at me, boy, cuz' you'll get turned to a tag
Laughin at you niggas, while i'm high-high (Ha-ha)
Off the zaza
And, i'm sky-high
Talkin' out his chin, punch it lopsided
Bitch, i'm the truth, why would I lie?
Uh
Lil bro' keep talkin' that "ra-ra"
I'll let the choppa', "rrahh-rrahh"
Bug out, bullets fly-by
Brodie load the clip and make a scene when he drive-by
Listen to the bars, i'm connectin' shit like WiFi
OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?
Writer: Abdullah Bey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid