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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Davies
Samuel Davies
Songwriter
Malachi Byrd
Malachi Byrd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naj
Naj
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Rey L
Rey L
Producer
Direckt
Direckt
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Timbo
Timbo
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Haha Malprac, SD Finna let one loose on these jawns (Finesse) You already know what month it is Finesse-tober (Finesse) Hey I know my boys in the hood gon' be fuckin' with this (Fuckin' with this) 'Cus I'm going off (Uhhh!) All of these oppas gon' talk about gains (Talk about gains) They at a loss (Uhhh!) All of these haters gon' talk about us They knocking it off Went to VA and I hit up SD (Yo, D) I feel like a God (Oou!) Now that I'm up, I don't sleep on myself (Now that I'm up) Only date jawns who believe in they self (Only jawns who believe) No TLC, I don't creep on a ex (Huh!) Stay on delivered, not reading no text And I put in the work till I'm sleeping in wealth I get the bread and I watch it accumulate We split the bill, but she asking for you to pay Practice the only thing she finna do today Taking a pic and I'm eating 'em up (Ya!) Haters get hot and not speaking to us (Whoop!) I make it rain and they sweeping it up Don't got a Swiffer, we wet on a jet Don't gotta gamble, we know issa bet (Know issa bet) Paid off my credit, I don't got no debt Way I be whippin', I think I'm a chef Went to Berlin and now she do Burlesque YES (Huh!) YES (Huh!) She spitting fire, she still my Khaleesi though I know that Dani gon' come with Capriccio I know Imani gon' cop Pinot Grigio (Man, I know she gon' cop) I got the Sprite, I'm a mix with the Jack (Huh!) Sober October, no running it back (Whoop!) Stay on my tracks and they stay on repeat Stay in the cat 'cus I land on my feet Ho! Pose! None of ya niggas compare to me, sis I'm like Woah! Slow! He do it like that, but can't do it like this I'm like no! Back of the Buick The back of the Buick The back of the Buick's as big as it gets! No I'ma do it Don't know how I do it Don't know how I do it But I'm a finesse! Ho! Pose! None of ya niggas compare to me, sis I'm like Woah! Slow! He do it like that, but can't do it like this I'm like no! Back of the Buick The back of the Buick The back of the Buick's as big as it gets! No I'ma do it Don't know how I do it Don't know how I do it But I'm a finesse! She never wanna answer nigga's calls, but I know she wanna text (I'm like what?!) Hit me off the late-night, so I had to leave her on read (Alright...) Never do late-night calls, baby gotta show some respect (Gotta show some respect) Fix her up so next time I bet she gone be coming correct 'Member when you was a fave on my phone Now we don't talk like a nigga disowned (A nigga disowned) Should've been hip should've know Baby girl I should've known That you was a joke! (Joke!) Texting and playing these games (Uhhh!) Now she wan call niggas out of they name Difference between me and them other niggas (What?!) Is babygirl, I'm not the same I'm not the same Back on my bullshit with Prac (What?!) City Boys up (Aye) We don't know how to act (Aye) Divided the flow, then we doubled the track Then I added my bro, so you had to get axed (You had to get axed) I guess you could say (What?!) That she brought the best out of me From exhausted to toxic, (Uhhh!) Yea, I got on my read receipts Screenshot it like Ho! Pose! None of ya niggas compare to me, sis I'm like Woah! Slow! He do it like that, but can't do it like this I'm like no! Back of the Buick The back of the Buick The back of the Buick's as big as it gets! No I'ma do it Don't know how I do it Don't know how I do it But I'm a finesse! Ho! Pose! None of ya niggas compare to me, sis I'm like Woah! Slow! He do it like that, but can't do it like this I'm like no! Back of the Buick The back of the Buick The back of the Buick's as big as it gets! No I'ma do it Don't know how I do it Don't know how I do it But I'm a finesse! Don't know how I do it But I'm a finesse! Don't know how I do it But I'm a finesse!
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